Behold me,
a Lady Viking
In petite swagger
my limbs I spring
Strife I see
shoulders I swing
my tongue, a dagger
& melodies I sing
A potent bee
without a wing
My darts in anger
carry a sharp sting.
I set myself free
not a single string
I grow stronger
as a queen to my king.
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