Hymcintha the Gore and Max Her Axe

Max her thirsty axe accompanied her into every battle. Enemies cut down, sliced up upon approach. She fought for birthright, castle, subjects and cattle. They could keep her mother’s silly wedding broach. Her name was HyMcintha the Gore. Her game? Bloody war. Reputation proceeded her and her mighty magic axe. She would fly into a battle with her dragon Fire More. Fire More would take the left plank along with her axe, Max. Her fiery hair flaming, her cheeks steady, excited and true. An admirable, formidable opponent, her enemies would flee. When they saw her coming at them, they would turn terrified blue. Gave them no mercy, was blood thirsty as a human could be. Is she not a Goddess? Some asked, watching her fight. With her blazing blue eyes and her tummy so happy and tight. Some suspected her to be Mars daughter; she had such an inner light! Whoever she was, she came swiftly out of the darkest dankest night. HyMcintha the Gore would be talked about until the end of time. This blood-thirsty woman who always got out of line. I loved her to death. She was a favorite great aunt of mine. She was marvelously gallant, a hero, strength personified and so fine!