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by C.A. McCord
The two of them walk on the ridge,
Bathed in the red of the setting sun.
One tall, one not, footsteps matching,
Facing the future together.
Gabrielle talks and talks and talks,
And Xena tries hard not to smile,
For always she must be the dark stern warrior,
Defending the weak, defeating the strong.
But sometimes at night, when past demons come,
Xena sits close by her friend, watches her sleep,
And gently touches her hair.
She knows that her future
Will be hard as her past.
But she knows her way is the right one,
And with Gabrielle beside her
She'll follow the warrior's way.
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