Eleanor of Aquitaine 

Her chestnut hair blazed
Trails of awe across two continents.
Her ladies-in-waiting were ladies, and waited.
She rode with her brothers-in-arms,
A deceptive faerie princess perched
Between adventures of despair and desire,
Each more coveted than the last.

Traveller, soldier, hostess, patron of the 
Gentle art of troubadours, she
Chafed at close confinement within
Dank castle walls.

Kings Richard and Henry
Scorned or honoured in subsequent history
Thought little of her
Power and still less of her aplomb.
Trusting none, she razed to trump them all.