Tuesday, March 1, 2011


Basilisks wander the deadened leaves,
Hunting, patrolling through the burnt grass
And those uncompromising weeds,

Sentries surround the town at night,
Watching with their flashing lights
Blinding the distracted,
Then starting up a fight,

But I don’t have to worry
About any of these,
A blonde heroic
Comes and saves me every time,

She’s razor sharp
A metal plated guardian of man,

Bombshell, Bombshell,
Suit of armor, Coat of steel,
Bombshell, Bombshell
Her mirrored shield deflects danger
With a violent thrusting from her sword
She dispels all evil from this world

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