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I am Joan
It began in my father's land,
Amongst the summer beams at noon.
I was tilling the land with my hand ,
A whisper cooed in my ear ,
Turning, I looked around to nothing grand.
Again, I glanced around to boon,
Returning to the work, a bright light shone,
I thought I might be a loon .
When voices proclaimed calling me Joan,
That I, would help Charles the dauphin to the throne .
That I, would alleviate France ,
I questioned saying I know not why?
They sweetly answered you'll receive the strength from on high,
I shared my experience at my first chance,
In return receiving sighs and glance.
There was few who stayed at my side,
Some kind knights joined me on my journey.
To where Charles would reside.
Dressed in my finest I walked down the long hall,
Glancing around , I felt a pull, like I was called.
I found myself in front of a couturier, I knew from within,
I summoned my courage "kind sire you are the Dauphin. "
He looked me over saying "surely not me you have the wrong man."
I simply said "I can't reprimand as god my witness you are. "
From that eve, the country gal was gone ,
To be reborn becoming , a me that seems absurd.
A fire that burns, as I fight with the Lord's word.
I strike against the enemy of France to free her of agony,
I stepped from the shadows , forever called.
I stand to defend the hopes tarnished by war,
to rekindle the dreams lost by the darkness that falls.
Replenishing the faith to in whom was lost,
My life could possibly be the cost.