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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.