Zee

Zee was a tumultuous force to be taken seriously. Men trembled in their boots when she was on her way. The battles she fought with her centaur furiously, Made other armies quake, run, hide, and pray. We called her Zee, no one got close enough to know why. She was muscular, fierce, and mighty in her majestic ways. One called her Queen Zee once, and I do not lie, she cut his mouth with a blade with beautiful sun rays. Zee is here, the warriors will say, and it races through the ranks. Your blood turns cold when you hear it, for she is frightening. You wish now that you had battle axes, hatches, and tanks. Because she and her centaur come into the fray slashing like lightning. I only saw her once, but I was careful that she not catch my eye. Her feats of daring are not rumors by an inventive word player. I ran away in fright, hid in a glen, watched so many of my friends die. Because they did not believe the stories, of Zee, the ultimate slayer. Special powers has Zee, known to Joan of Arc and Attila the Hun. Most of the warriors were easily chased, sliced, and savagely begotten. For to go into battle against the invincible Zee is clearly quickly no fun. Seeing her centaur come over the hill that day will never be forgotten.