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She stood in silence in a tropical forest

Sweat was running down her forehead,

Standing in tight leather shorts

And in sweat soaked vest,

Daggers on her hips, sword across her back

Panting heavily you could tell be her chest,

Stepping quietly she knew she was being stalked

She could hear her hunters as the whispered and walked,

Then out from the trees, three men attacked

She dealt them blows with her daggers to the throat, chest and backs,

Down at her feet they now lay

She crouched down and moved to another place,

Long strong legs now planted and ready

Balanced perfectly she was beautiful and steady,

She had lightening quick reactions and skills as well as passion

She was like a ninja poised for action,

Another three men sprang out on all sides

She whipped out her sword and span spilling their insides,

Then out stepped their leader, a truly giant man

Surrender now was his demand,

She smiled shook her head and refused

He swung his giant sword and kicked out with his big giant boots,

She ducked and rolled and sprung on the air

Showed she had gymnastic flair,

He could barely keep up with her swift moves

She knew she could not afford to lose,

She hated fighting but was an expert at it

One minute she was there but gone the next minute,

The giant leader stood still looking around

Looking up trees and on the ground,

He stepped one foot forward and heard her do the same

He hung his head in abject shame,

He knew now his was standing right behind his back

Speed he knew he definitely lacked,

Then there was a noise like a swish of of a very sharp blade

The look on his face was an horrific gaze,

Then off from his shoulders his head rolled

His body fell to the floor out of control,

She picked his head by the hair

Hung it on her hip with dutiful care,

Then walked through the forest and into a clearing

Then her enemy followed out and started kneeling,

These men knew they were beaten

Then out from nowhere came an army of women,

She saw they were smiling and cheering,

The male revolution was now truly halted

The feminine power was now exulted,

In this realm and dimension there was female rule

Because the masculine days had been brutal and cruel,

Now in this paradise land that was Bejeweled

This woman, warrior, Queen would continue her rule,

With no heirs and graces she the Queen of leather and lace,

Leather worn in battle but on her throne she wore lace,

She knew how to be fearsome, she knew how to be grace

She had the power to make all men’s hearts race.