In the ages of great splendor and tales,
There is a hero, dressed in gold and silver,
Riding a noble steed of untouched white.
The tales of old witches speak of her,
Destined to save man from darkness.
A simple little peasant girl in rags,
She shall rise to the valor of her fate.
Swords joined together under her command,
Mighty warriors humbled by her fierceness.
Time slowly passing till the final great battle,
It has already been foretold that she will win.
Her name is Joan of Arc.
The great hero dies at such a young age,
And 500 years later her legend still lives.
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