Poetic Story Warrior

There once was a gallant warrior that showed fear on the training grounds. Her steel with a sword or hand to hand combat has made even men fall prey to her skill. Though many have also lied to her saying she was the best warrior they fought, until she drew her sword on the battlefield. She gripped her blade like a head was already near her blade, slashed at her enemy and put all who stood to shame, fighting as if none could hear the death in her name, men have fallen tire but she has made all dire, cheering her name and bringing her fame, has made stories of valor where not even the weak could cowar, even in death where she drew her last breath, her battle ignited into the war of history.(This story poem talks about the warrior that most have forgotten from the past, a women who was underestimated but loved by her people. Her name was Joan of Arc also known as The Maid of Orlèans.)