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The Maiden Who Stood Alone | Medieval Fantasy Ballad (Female Bard Song)

Lyrics: In a valley tucked by pine and stone, Where hearth-smoke curled and bells were blown, There lived a maid with downcast eyes, Who spoke in whispers, swallowed sighs. She’d flinch at thunder, pale at cries, And prayed her fears would stay disguised. The village men rode east at dawn, With spear and shield and banners drawn, “Fear not,” they said, “we’ll soon return— No shadow dares your doors to burn.” But night fell hard, and cold winds screamed, And something woke from darkened dreams. A beast came crawling from the moor, With iron breath and hunger sore, It split the gate with claw and horn, And left the fields and stables torn. The elders shook, the children wept— And every brave man’s promise slept. No captain stood, no sword was near, No saving shout, no voice to hear— And in that silence, sharp and stark, A timid heart struck flint in dark. So sing, oh sing, of the maiden bold, With a lion’s heart in a body cold, She found her voice where fear had lain, She rose through smoke, through ash, through pain. No knight returned, no hero came— She carved her courage, she spoke her name. And the beast that laughed at human breath Met the maiden’s blade… and met its death. She bound her hair with leather string, Took up the axe by the smithy’s ring, Her hands still shook, her throat still tight, But duty burned brighter than fright. She said, “If none will stand for us, Then I will stand—though I am dust.” She lured it past the barley rows, Where river runs and thorn-bush grows, She rang the chapel’s iron bell, A fearless sound, a warning knell. The monster turned with molten eyes— And she did not look away this time. It charged like storm, it snapped like flame, It promised ruin, spat her shame— But courage isn’t born from ease… It’s forged when no one comes to save. So sing, oh sing, of the maiden bold, With a lion’s heart in a body cold, She found her voice where fear had lain, She rose through smoke, through ash, through pain. No knight returned, no hero came— She carved her courage, she spoke her name. And the beast that laughed at human breath Met the maiden’s blade… and met its death. She stumbled, bled, she nearly fell, She heard her old fear toll like bell: “You’re weak, you’re small, you’ll never last— You’ll end like all who stand too fast…” She spat red dirt, she gripped the haft, And laughed one fierce and shaking laugh. “Not today,” she swore, “not here, not now— I’ll break your teeth upon my vow. If I must die, I’ll die upright— But I will buy my people light.” So sing, oh sing, of the maiden bold, With a lion’s heart the bards retold, She found her voice where fear had lain, She rose through smoke, through ash, through pain. No knight returned, no hero came— She carved her courage, she spoke her name. And when the dawn kissed field and breath, The beast lay still… in honest death. Now mothers hum it soft at night, To teach their daughters hidden might: That fear may knock, and fear may shout— But one brave choice can drown it out.