The Legend of Her

There was a legend

Lost to the ages

Before the time

Of quills and pages


Surely though

There was a maiden

Who bore an axe

Who was armor laden


Many urged her

Toward a gown

But by her blade

Foes were cut down


A champion

No one expected

N’er heralded

Or genuflected


Just a maiden

And her skill

I hope she knows

I dream her still

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