Golden tresses tumble
From beneath her shimmering helm
Chiseled chin barely visible
behind the visor
Above which peer a pair of
steel grey eyes that see right through
Piercing any man’s armor
Like flash of blade
sharp and true, mirrored
In her polished panoply
Commanding presence
A stunning charisma
not one can resist
Fierce warrior
Battling ever on
Demons, dragons, any enemy
Vanquished, dispatched
but more than that
A gentle healer too
Protector by virtue of both
knowledge and magic
Binding wounds, restoring strength
To ride and fight again
Adventure with me
Oh Paladin
Let us share in the spoils of
our journey
Filled with treasures and glory
and pleasures untold
While we create this legend
Our story…

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