Of a maiden fierce, with courage so bold.
Joan of Arc, her name echoes grand,
A savior of France, in a time of demand.
Born in Domrémy, a humble abode,
Her heart stirred by visions, the divine bestowed.
With strength and conviction, she dared to believe,
That her destiny lay beyond her weave.
Guided by voices, she embarked on a quest,
To free her nation from strife's harshest test.
Dressed in armor, her spirit untamed,
Joan led the French army, her banner proclaimed.
At Orléans, the siege was at its peak,
But Joan's arrival gave hope, a beacon weak.
She rallied her troops, inspired hearts and souls,
And with unwavering faith, achieved her goals.
Through battles fought and victories won,
Joan of Arc's fame spread, second to none.
But amidst her triumphs, betrayal took form,
Her enemies conspired to silence her storm.
In Rouen's cruel square, they set her alight,
Her spirit ascendant, bathed in purest light.
Yet, even in death, her legacy remains,
An icon of courage, dispelling all chains.
Now remembered as a national saint,
Joan of Arc's legend is forever quaint.
Her poems echo through the ages of time,
A tribute to valor and the divine sublime.