A woman, clad in bronze

passing pastures filled with fawns.

Never tired, she marches on.

Her hair, a crimson tail,

with peridot eyes to charm a male.

She journeys from dusk till dawn.

This land, waving amber grain,

makes any step seem in vain.

Never tired, she marches on.

One moment, the stars shine through.

The next, black clouds block her view.

She journeys from dusk till dawn.

At high moon, she finds some grimm.

Now, a fight she will surely win.

Raising her shield, she relies not on brawn,

mere moments pass, her foes all gone,

She journeys from dusk till dawn.

With purpose never yielding,

her heart, braced for endless shielding.

Far away, she sees white armour glisten.

Never tired, she marches on

She journeys from dusk till dawn.

She mutters, "I wish he'd only listen"