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By ArdentTly
From far Chin to the land of Greece
Her lust for power would not cease.
She struck terror upon her steed
And used to cause the land to bleed.
Her might was as a fearsome Lord.
Her code was by the strength of sword.
She ruled by fear throughout her reign;
A land in turmoil was her gain.
She was betrayed and made a stand;
She'd fight no more and roam the land.
In a cold heart, her love lay bare,
Waiting for one with strength and dare.
Now she atones and does it well.
All for the love of Gabrielle.
THE END
© ArdentTly December, 1998
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