THE TALE OF A SHE-ELF’S RISE TO WARRIOR
She, Nimgalliel, the She-Elf, commanded,
“Take the bodies and burn them
except for the King
and her regrettable son.
Our Lady will mourn both of them,
though she knows what happened in truth.
The Queen will keep face, and keep up appearance,
for the public,
will cease any rumors.”
Nimgalliel thought aloud, “Make sure soldiers speak highly
of our King’s valiant fight.
He died for the Kingdom, his blood for our right
to live peacefully free. This truth is our bond.”
The soldier obeyed her and spoke on the move.
“My Captain, brave Lady, they will understand.”
He turned away, and
ordered the others to take up the bodies
and burn them
save the King and his heir.
The Queen came back.
Nimgalliel tried to stop her
but she wouldn’t allow it.
“I have to be here. I would look weak to the kingdom
if I stayed away.”
She walked all the way
to the stone bloodied dark.
She saw her son’s corpse
lying close to her husband’s.
“Who slew him?”
Her eyes searched the room, searched her heart, found her soul,
and before Nimgalliel, could speak,
the Queen raised her hand to silence all speaking.
She sighed and
straightened her head, looking proud, “Very well, then.
It’s done. I have burials to plan, a kingdom to heal.”
“I lament your loss, my Queen,”
and the She-Elf kneeled.
“Arise! Thank you! Tell no one yet.
I need to prepare remembrances
for the King and his heir.”
She sighed and turned
to leave, then spoke to Nimgalliel:
“I need your valor, your courage and strength.
Be my Captain, Nimgalliel, and the Kingdom will
Let no man offend you, let no man pretend
to give you his honor, but lie in his throat.
Be my Captain, strong warrior, our defender and hope
for the Kingdom is blessed with your
dagger and legend. How say you?”
She smiled. The She-Elf confirmed.
Looking back at the queen she worried not,
about the future of the Kingdom.
She, Nimgalliel, walked into the garden, Captain of the Royal Guard,
and pulled the dagger from the sheath
to honor it.
Chorus– in unison:
She was the Captain like her father: of the Royal Guard. This day, the She-Elf Warrior rose to her fate to save the Kingdom, while losing a King. She had killed the Prince who was too petty to lead. But, her Queen was saved. Her father had fought till he could stand no more. His murderers left them all for dead, but Nimgalliel faked death no more. As her Kingdom beckoned, she fulfilled her fate; the gods placed a dagger into her hands, and without remorse, she lived her destiny. She prevailed, for when any man gloats that he will enjoy killing a woman, it heralds his moment of death.