A Christian Esther

At seven she became a bride of Christ.
  Her future sanctity a saint foretold.
Reminded by a medal of her vow,
  to crush her vanity, she wore no gold.

The bishop put her first among three veiled,
  For of her consecration he had learned.
From then, but twice a week she took her meals.
  In prayer, to God her whole attention turned.

For prophesies and miracles she worked,
  Foes tried to shame and drown her with their lies,
With names insulting to her holiness,
  Until, with bread, her patron made them wise. 

She earned respect from local pagan kings,
  Who liberated men on her behalf.
Because she spread her confidence in prayer,
  Attila and his Huns, the city passed.