Her aura was so magical that the sand she walked on became rubies, the men she had known were her comrades, her spirit was like a wolf on rampage and when she’d draw her blade out, the saber would smile in awe.
History never documented her because she happened in a myriad forms, in a myriad manifestations and she lived on.
She was the past, is the present, she is the future for she is a spirit that flares- not confined to a physical structure.
Ubiquity is the beauty of her and the world has named it ‘womanhood’ today.