Beastess Blue, by Sir Garland Penrose

Seldom am I left impressed

But saw as she passed every test

A fighter, scrapper, heroine

The beastess with the half-blue sheen

She snarls and bites and thrashes out

With strength unseen for the lesser bout

You cannot tame a rage untethered

I cannot see this storm unweathered

I find more grace and strength with her

Than whatever foe I faced earlier

Upstart knights are lost to time

But she rings in legend as sublime

A warrior maiden, brave and fine

She need not yearn or ever pine

A fighter, scrapper, heroine

The beastess with the half-blue sheen

The others present mattered naught

Her vibrant eyes were all I sought

When her tongue lashed I was caught

Ensnared—audacity begot

She belongs much higher than she stands

Were that her fists would meet my hands

Someone to meet her harsh demands

So we may crush these lawless lands

The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen

Not piles of gold or fields of green

A fighter, scrapper, heroine

The beastess, my warrior queen