The eternal warrior

Ballad of Timax, the Eternal Warrior

Hearken, good folk, to a tale well-spun,

Of Timax the bold, whose deeds are not done.

A maiden of valor, her heart set aflame,

Through shadow and peril she carved out her name.

Her blade burned bright in the chill of the night,

Her spirit a lantern, her cause was the light.

No tyrant could bind her, no terror subdue—

For Timax stood steadfast, the gallant and true.

Oft would she ride where the trumpet would call,

Through forests and mountains, to castle and hall.

Justice her banner, adventure her song,

The weak found their refuge where Timax stood strong.

Yet now she departs on a quest far away,

The wind bears her spirit o’er dawning of day;

Though absent in body, her memory stays,

A heroine eternal, beyond fleeting days.

So raise ye your voices, let sorrow be few,

For legends like Timax are noble and true;

Though farewells may linger, her story shall rise,

An echo of courage that nevermore dies.