Faces of a hero

There comes a time
When the fires are blazing
The blades swinging
The people crying
That they will cry for a hero.

And he will come
Down from his castle
His banner held high
Swirling in the wind
His weapon aloft
His cry casting fear
Into the enemies heart.

And she will come
Down from her tower,
Her frocks tucked into her belt
Her father's boots
Laced up to her knees
Her father's sword
In unpracticed hands
And she will cast fear
Into the enemies heart.

And he will come
Out of his home
Where he was hiding
With naught but his wits
And determination
He will cast fear
Into the enemies heart.

And she will come
Out of her shell
Her simple life
To uphold her honor
And grasp her glory
And she will cast fear
Into the enemies heart.

And he will come
With blood on his face
Their heads on his pike
Men flocking behind him
Fire in his eyes
And he will strike fear
Into the enemies heart.

For the hero has many faces
And one of them is yours.