Ode to Xena
Tall, Dark,
Woman Warrior.
Constantly hovering
over enemies.
Fighting
against evil,
as if possessed,
by the sheer glee of attack
and then,
glory.
Her chakrum
sings through the air.
Bouncing around
from rock
to sword,
or shield,
but always back
for her
to catch.
She places it,
at her side,
attached
to all that
leather.
Her breastplate
of metal
twisted
into elegant swirls
as if marked
by many attacking armies.
Her sword is the sun
slicing through her foes
as if pushing through
the clouds.
Wandering,
to many new places,
adding new victories
to her list of triumphs.
Known
by everyone
as
Xena,
The Warrior Princess.
Thanks for reading this. In case you are wondering, I wrote this for a school English project. We were to write an ode on a topic that we selected, and this is what I came up with.
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