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Post by anirbas on May 15, 2007 12:27:47 GMT -6
I am filled with fiery unrepenetance. Temperature rising higher. Incandescent with rage; I am the conflagaration.
My bilious ire rises, choking my breath. I have shapeshifted into an awesome force of Nature. I am a merciless volcano.
I am no longer human; a loving, simple mother; a hapless, bereft widow. I am no longer me.
For I am Queen Boudica. The Defender of Britannia. And you made me, what I am; no longer human, like you, Nero.
Bow to me, for I have arrived, at your doorstep; bringing the beginning, of the ending, of your Unholy Roman Empire.
~Sabrina.
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Post by wistfuldragon on May 16, 2007 10:02:12 GMT -6
My Queen...sweeping bow of feathered hat and cloak of black...Mish kneels at the feet of this grand Lady of the crown... "To Hell and back m'Lady I shall follow!".... I love your poems of Boudica's reign...breathless words...
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