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Standing on a snowy mountain

She held in her hand,

A sack with contents unknown

Her eyes burnt like a firebrand,

And all around the snow was stained

By blood and wretched corpses,

Of beasts unknown and just beyond

Was her mighty stone built fortress,

And under siege she had decide to ride out and fight them

And although the prospect was frightening,

She somehow against odds came out triumphant,

And as her army reformed and gathered around her

After fighting all through the night,

She opened up the sack and took out the head of their king

And in this sunlit morn she could hear her army sing,

Because they were now free of all these beasts tyranny

And they now could start to believe,

They’ve got a future, one that they could see

And within them she could feel their relief,

And the all hailed her as a Goddess and as a warrior Queen

And she smiled and bowed to them and everybody could see,

The glint from her silver armour

And the leather and lace underneath,

She is the one traveling different dimensions helping those in need,

She is the righter of wrongs with a big hear concealed from being seen,

By her armour but I could see the sparkle in her eye

She is so beautiful and fine and she could travel dimensions over time.