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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.

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