The Warlord and the Bard

By ArdentTly

In the known world, a power there swirled

And a Grecian god did smile.

He had trained this one, the son of a gun

To use her charm and guile.

She rose to the top, there was no one to stop

The Warrior Princess was Lord.

She united the land, but no one could stand

Her brutality Greece couldn't afford.

Her army did swarm, bring nothing but harm

To the innocent and guilty alike.

She gave them a choice and rolled em like dice

And stuck their heads up on a pike.

For saving a child, Xe was seen as being mild

It seemed that she had lost face.

Salmonius had pleaded, she should have well heeded

But didn't and so lost her place.

The Gauntlet was hard, she had let down her guard

And was betrayed by a dirty lout.

But Xena, its said, never gives up for dead;

You should never ever count her out.

When she buried her stuff, thinking it might be enough

Was the moment that Fate lent a hand.

For the Bard she well met, and their future was set

As partners they'd wander this land.

Xe mended her ways, and ended her days

As The Conqueror, Lord Xena, its true.

Gabs knew that she could, cast Ares out for good

And start her life over anew.

She rode her horse, with Gab as her source

By her side throughout her life.

Xe tried to be true, and with Gabby's help too

Did atone and win over strife.
THE END

© ArdentTly December, 1998

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