By: The Huntresses' Teams at Artemis XII
Stars Upon the Field
Strong Huntresses in stars and armor bright
Assembled stalwart allies on the field.
“Starfellows, arm yourselves and bravely fight;
We’ll die with honor ‘fore we e’er shall yield!”
So spake the generals of foe and friend,
Then fought with gritted teeth and steel eye,
And braved the rain and battled to the end
And gave their all to make the others die.
Yet as the battles raged with blood and sweat
As Huntress forces fought throughout the day,
The reason for it all none could forget
As friends so fiercely faced off in the fray –
That when adversity and strife is done,
The Huntresses – and all of us – are one.
They Need Not Yelll
The day they joined, they learned to wield a sword.
Against their foes, they saved the ones they love.
They spread their wings in service to their lord.
They’ll make their place when push does come to shove.
But overlooked they felt deep in their soul.
They worked and worked but silence always fell.
And harder still they worked to reach their goal.
A group worked as their voice, they need not yell.
Then came a day they were called up to court,
With recognition came a sense of pride.
Emboldened by their friends who gave support,
They learned and grew with people by their side.
They found their home among the Huntress Guild,
And now the voice of people they can build.
