Stood with a Limp

In the air of despair

She cried out

"Help me please! I'm too weak to get off of my knees."

Then neither a friend nor a foe

Simply someone who had come before,

Said,

"You took the beating that life felt like meting, and if you could withstand that, then you are strong indeed, to get back on the steed, and ride with your head held high."

And so it was that she stood, though she may have done so with a limp

She held her head high, and whispered goodbye,

As she and her steed rode swiftly to the forests below.