Out there in space
Dressed in leather and lace,
She mingled with people
Of multiple race,
Within a trans-dimensional zone
Leaving behind just a particle trace,
Trading and fighting
Like a royal warrior Queen,
But who came from the tough streets
Where she could only dream,
Of now holding so much power
She was so strong she made men cower,
In the wake of her beauty
But also her grace and poise,
She reduced masculine men into boys,
Such was her presence
Such was her ability to hold a court,
Where people listened
And where they paid attention,
Then followed her without discretion,
For that was the loyalty she brokered
Yet despite all this remained just,
And always demanded others trust,
As she gave it out as well as love
There was though an iron hand,
Inside her purple glove,
But only if you crossed or wronged her
Otherwise she was a caring vulture,
Swooping down to help those in need
The leather and lace clad warrior Queen.
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