From the mountains she came
riding her terrible black steeds
with a firm,guiding hand she commands the horses respect
and takes them down the narrow pathways.
Her hair streams in the breeze
created by her frenzied pace
as she attacks the men below.
Her onslaught is fierce,
his arrows and implements of war have
no effect on her, as she turns thêm
against him.
And as they Boom-a-rang
upon his forces,
he is trampled by her horses.
She is a strict mistress,
and not easy to suppress.
He shouldn’t have tried!
And now with the pain she casts,
he learns to fear and respect
the Lady from the mountains.
Michael Forrest
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