Battling Bard of Death and Beauty

Of battles and wars she may sing,
Of love and romance she tells in spring,
Of fairy tales and magic she dances with faes,
Of horror and suffering she prays,

She is the Battling Bard
Of Death and Beauty
Tis her duty
True and hard
Of evils she fought
Of love she felt
Of wisdom she sought
Of wrongs she dealt

Her heart on her sleeves
Her scars adorn
Her fragile body like leaves
Her expression forlorn

The Battling Bard is she
Of Grace and Destruction
She sings of many a plea
To end pain, her voice a seduction
To many a listener her heart soars
As she tells and dances of magic and love
The words like silk in the rain as it pours
From Red Ruby lips like heaven above