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Peasant girl stitches invisible wings
Soul of ages shrouded with an innocent face
Called by the Divine to do revolutionary things
A mission for this medieval grace
Leading the French to victory
Guided was this warriors heart
Holding in reguard the true meaning of chivalry
Ambitions and sovereignty seemed worlds apart
Suited strong in pure white armor
Gripping cold steel of an ancient sword
Creating a battlefield, this future martyr
Feared not blood lifting up prayers to her Lord
Grey skies shout accusations of heresy
Watering the plot to take the part
Spoken from vile greed and jealousy
To break down this true apparition of art
Condemned for "sin" was this patron saint
Set ablaze seemingly in vain
Never recanting, no betrayel of quaint
History forever echoing her name
She is....Joan of Arc(1412 - 1431)
Soul of ages shrouded with an innocent face
Called by the Divine to do revolutionary things
A mission for this medieval grace
Leading the French to victory
Guided was this warriors heart
Holding in reguard the true meaning of chivalry
Ambitions and sovereignty seemed worlds apart
Suited strong in pure white armor
Gripping cold steel of an ancient sword
Creating a battlefield, this future martyr
Feared not blood lifting up prayers to her Lord
Grey skies shout accusations of heresy
Watering the plot to take the part
Spoken from vile greed and jealousy
To break down this true apparition of art
Condemned for "sin" was this patron saint
Set ablaze seemingly in vain
Never recanting, no betrayel of quaint
History forever echoing her name
She is....Joan of Arc(1412 - 1431)