Words from the Warrior Queen...
Pray tell,who accuses me?
Who hates me
and wants to bruise me?
Cause my skin to break,
skin tanned
and scarred;
Blood-drained for enternity?
Which of you dares
to spit out my name,
like its foul,
then speak sweetly to my face?
Show me my enemy!
Let him come
and dance as warriors do,
our swords clashing in harmony...
Sit in my throne and speak,
as if he were my King,
if he accuses me
of being weak...
Come, who challenges me?
Who loaths me deeply
and wants
my heartbeat to cease?
A knife in the dark,
a fair gift from a faceless lord?
A knife to slice
through my blackened heart...
Come and face me,
cowards and
two-faced men!
Come and take me...
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