Red Sonja: The She-Devil’s Ballad
(A Poem By An Unknown Bard)
Beneath the crimson, burning skies,
She rides where blood and legend rise.
A scarlet mane, a flash of steel,
Her laughter cuts, her fury real.
Born from sorrow, forged in flame,
A thousand men have cursed her name.
She drinks from cups of battle’s brew,
Her heart is fierce, her oath is true.
No crown she wears, no king she serves,
Her path is wild, it twists and swerves.
Through temple ruins, haunted halls,
Her echo rings where darkness calls.
The gods may mock, the weak may pray,
But Red Sonja will have her way.
For freedom’s fire is all she owns,
Her only home, the field of bones.
A sword, a smile, the setting sun —
Her tale is carved, her war not done.
The She-Devil rides, both fierce and free,
The flame of Hyboria’s destiny.
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