Strung beside her lifeless heroes,
raised to heaven through the fog,
broken example light each soul
with staring eyes, still defiant;
forgotten by men of the dust,
the free smiles, patriot's zeal,
and strong heart abandoned, for us.
 
No 'purist' fantasy here would reign
the agony spent in your matted hair,
burnished amber in the grey, north light,
nor rewrite the image of steely fingers
harvesting, in ambush and grace.
No 'master' could honor such wisdom
not to kneel before such example.
 
Stay the fight, limp and shattered
by mortal forces, never overcome;
frozen, a longing look to her mother;
the secret cause to her friend, nearby;
her martyred gaze locked in
leaps beyond loveless days
to every weeping heart, still alive.
 
For contempt could not long break
one cold, wretched Silence from love
gilded by your humble, selfless blood,
nor turn away the chorus that cuts
the wicked out to die in flames;
who scorned your 'pitiful' attack and
mocked the example hung, undefeated.