The Goddess is gleaming in the sunlight.
She is an idol, held high by a proud warrior.
She is leading her children into battle.
She inspires them to give their very best.
The warrior who is bearing her, is the finest of her kind.
She has lived a life of faith and truth and has done many glorious deeds,
well beyond imagination of what can be expected from a mortal being.
To carry the idol into battle is the highest honour anyone can be awarded with.
The standard bearer calls her sisters to rally.
She expects no refuse and she never got some.
When she calls, every warrior obeys.
The lieutenants assemble and listen to her words.
The finest warriors become Boudicca´s lieutenants.
Her staff consists of handpicked women of the most precious skills for battle.
There is the standard bearer:
First and finest of all.
And there is the signaller,
who makes the Queen´s will clear to everybody.
There is the druid with her bodyguard.
The druid dances with bare feet and the eyes to the sky.
She is the link to the Goddess.
She knows her will.
The bodyguard will fight for her.
And she will die laughing,
knowing to have served the manifestation of the goddess already in life.
There is the spear and there is the axe.
These women are skilled elegance and brutal power.
The spear is Boudicca´s long arm.
And the axe is her unstoppable force.
One is sniping.
One is grinding.
One is as deadly as the other.
The lieutenant of the artillery and her sister from the heavy infantry.
There are the swords.
Blood shall be shed.
Death shall be dealt.
Mercy shall not be shown.
There is work to do.
Work for the blades.
There are even more swords.
When the enemy comes near
and none show their fear
they´ll remain here.
These are only few.
There is no need for more.
Ten are enough to lead the tribes.
These are only women.
But so is the Queen.
And so is the Goddess.