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by Suzilla
O great one, dark one,
Woman of the shrouded past.
She who rides, she who hunts,
True is her weapon's cast.
O strong one, proud one,
Woman of beauty and might.
She who shouts, she who laughs,
She rejoices in the fight.
O kind one, brave one,
Woman of grace and speed.
She who loves, she who cares,
Her flame burns bright indeed.
The poem may be equally interpreted as a tribute to Xena, a hymn to the Goddess, or a celebration of womyn in general.
