Fight The Good Fight

Nah man ..she just keeps loving.
Put your snake oil down, she's not buying.
She follows the staff, the sword and her heart.
She's a grenade on the front line, be careful when you try to handle her, she can smell intent from a million miles away and will self destruct to save a brother and sister.
A mother bear should be so kind in comparison.
Death? What is death?
Running...away?
She prays to the one who holds the keys.
So why should she fear and take flight?
She will make you sick of her stance.
Her war paint written in faith upon her scars.
She will never touch a soul, but love souls completely, and defend them with her death if need be.
As she cries...
Nobody listens...
As she dies, they help throw the dirt on her grave, with gossip being their evidence.
And in the end...it's just ok.
She knew this road and it's possible outcome.
She would die for any of them.
And maybe she will, but she will die with love on her shoulder, not a weapon in her hand to defend herself.  
They think she wouldn't want that...they think wrong.  
She's tired...closing her eyes one last time seems so comforting to her.  
But until then...