Since the beginnings of cyclical time
When truth was made unfairly too sublime
She trudged her way fighting for good
Her eruditeness was an eternal childhood
She lampooned evil, and for justice stood
Waylaying the armies of hell, in her awesome brood
She was Horus’ instructor, the indomitable tremor
When evil’s hatchlings spread with rancour
Her sword spoke in silence, but cut very deep
To avenge and validate, and for harvests to reap
She may, in reality, be the devil’s daughter
But, in her fearless intrepidity, is God’s mentor
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i loved reading it then and loved reading it now . reminds me of AnnRandwyck like personality
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