The Battle of OAAA
By ArdentTly

She stands there in leathers in all sorts of weather

Her sword and her chakram, too.

Her armour so fine, it's breast plate does shine

Her hair dark and eyes azure blue.

She stands 6 feet tall and its like hitting a wall

When you go head to head with her.

Better get in your shot, cos this warrior is hot

Her flips and moves are merely a blurr.

She's called Xe of Amphipolis, made her mark down in Tripolis

Stopping the Persians from Marathon.

Gabs took an arrow, Xe's win it was narrow

But soon had them all on the run.

The Persians were shocked, their advancement was blocked

One warrior? It just couldn't be.

Even cut up and bruised, they could see that they'd lose

'Go home, there are many more just like me.'

When they finally took off, she lay back in the loft

All bruised up but grinning with glee.

Seemed she beat their elite, with fists and with feet

And managed to save her Gabby.

Now the tale will be told of a warrior bold

The Destroyer of Nations is dead!

Now fighting for right with all of her might

The Warrior Princess is left in her stead!

With a cry of YIYIYI and a gleam in her eye

She'll fight til she's finally won

With she and Gabby, Greece will be free

And the shout will be 'Battle On!'
THE END

© ArdentTly December, 1998

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