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Amazonomachy, leaping from the comic page,                                              this woman warrior in the dystopian past.                                                     An Amazonian princess unleashes her justice, on the old west                        How best to describe, this lady, her works are like                                                          Judge Dredd's, without the title of course. She is agile like Catwoman,            with some of her tricks but looking more like Zorro,                                                                                              only better dressed and guns were her thing.                                               They are always a scathing cobalt blue and smoking hot.                            These were her only true heroes. she also carried,                                                               a silver lariat but this noose sent you to face the truth                                                         with all her money and leverage, if you been wronged,                                                      she will soon travel, to a town near you                                                              The streets will become a ghost town, before she is through                         This terminator, with her lines but not like Spidey or Deadpool  It's a much drier wit, more like a Spartan’s deadpan lyrics                                 Her sure aim and draw, so quick She would shoot Hawkeye                         You guessed it, before he could remember, what his name meant.                                                                                          Her only companion and sidekick literally.                                                     A battle hardened black horse called Metaphor                                                When all bad guys come to a timely end and                                                   the only thing was heard was a zing and nobody saw a thing.         The only evidence is the stinging words.                                                           Written in blood neat and rustic                                                    It could be the swift work of the princess                       Poetica Justice
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