I am the swordlady
I ride with my cousins
the Shin'a'in
My steed is Hellsbane
gray, ugly, and blocky
but unbelievably intelligent
The wars are many
but this is good
for I am
a mercenary
I sell my sword
to those who will pay
I tire of the bards
who write the damned ballads of me
and I especially hate
that never-ending cry
"Oh Kerowyn, Kerowyn, where do you ride?"
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