A woman bled

[raspberrys]

As the last threat,
a woman has bled.
Sabbatical saturday,
when men went mad.

Wild gladiator,
daughter of sad—
Yet she didn't murder,
but chose to forget.

She knitted the scarf
she wears 'round her neck;
she made her a helmet
to keep under bed.

If she didn't rise,
they wouldn't attack.
So she stepped back
And saw 'em go ahead.

Yet her wrath's stored,
There's no rest in her head—
(When she shuts her eyes,
does the world drop dead?)

"What if I rise?
What if I dare?"
Hell's to leave knowledge
for them and just stare.

So she grabbed the sword
attached to her back;
she worn the helmet
hid in her heart's depth.

She fought with courage
for wisdom girls have—
And the veil has torn
When a bold woman bled.