There is this tomb where the woman sleeps
She has never woken up from her slumber until now
Young and naive, she is scolded by few
But when she breaks out of her shell
People understand what she imbues
A kindness in her face, with stoneskin
She can kill anything and takes nothing for granted
Her bow is her best friend
Her legs can barely stand
No matter the odds, she always has a plan
A raider by trait, a traitor by right
Her series of events will never be long forgot
Well, I caught up and fell behind again. This poem was inspired by the new Tomb Raider game that came out today. I feel it captures the imagination of Lara Croft's tale, but I won't really know until I get the game later today.
I hope you enjoy!