Theatrical Muse #205
22 Nov 2007 05:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
broadsword_babeTalk about a moment in which you wished you had a camera.
{For Immortal Knowledge Only}
Boadicea ~ Steve McDonald
Deep in the night, in a quiet place
I hear her voice, I see her face
All in a dream
She was the Warrior Queen.
Brought to war,
by the pain of her daughters
She vowed revenge,
and promised to slaughter
The enemy there
It was an honor affair.
Fight the foe, fight the foe
Sang the Warrior Queen
The lion looks proud in the shade of the tree
But the lioness hunts down the prey
The victor is she.
Across the land, her chariot sped
Burning London 20,000 dead
Feared and serene
The Iceni Queen.
Though soon she would falter
Suetonius would reign
Forgotten victories are all that remain
Her voice they still hear
An echo from yesteryear
Fight the foe, fight the foe
Sang the Warrior Queen
The lion looks proud in the shade of the tree
But the lioness hunts down the prey
The victor is she.
Across the land, her chariot sped
Burning London 20,000 dead
Feared and serene
The Iceni Queen.
Though soon she would falter
Suetonius would reign
Forgotten victories are all that remain
Her voice they still hear
An echo from yesteryear
Fight the foe, fight the foe
Sang the Warrior Queen
The lion looks proud in the shade of the tree
But the lioness hunts down the prey
The victor is she.
Deep in the night, She took her own life
Blessed with a smile and a tear
Though she had severed their dearest veins
None would ever forget, Boadicea
Not that they’d been invented yet, but damn, do I wish I had a picture of that Roman as I swept across the field with 20,000 angry Iceni behind me. Surely the dumb shit would’ve realized that my people wouldn’t stand for the rape of their heirs, nor would they tolerate the flogging of their Queen. And to think, their bright idea of women being inferior still permeates society today!
Right, so the girls weren’t technically mine, and I faked my own suicide, but quit splitting hairs. Those Romans still needed to be taken down a peg or two. I only wish the Druids had come to our aid. With them, came the blessing of the Gods, and we might’ve been able to chase those damned Romans out of Briton for good. Londinium. What the hell kind of name is that?
{For Immortal Knowledge Only}
Boadicea ~ Steve McDonald
Deep in the night, in a quiet place
I hear her voice, I see her face
All in a dream
She was the Warrior Queen.
Brought to war,
by the pain of her daughters
She vowed revenge,
and promised to slaughter
The enemy there
It was an honor affair.
Fight the foe, fight the foe
Sang the Warrior Queen
The lion looks proud in the shade of the tree
But the lioness hunts down the prey
The victor is she.
Across the land, her chariot sped
Burning London 20,000 dead
Feared and serene
The Iceni Queen.
Though soon she would falter
Suetonius would reign
Forgotten victories are all that remain
Her voice they still hear
An echo from yesteryear
Fight the foe, fight the foe
Sang the Warrior Queen
The lion looks proud in the shade of the tree
But the lioness hunts down the prey
The victor is she.
Across the land, her chariot sped
Burning London 20,000 dead
Feared and serene
The Iceni Queen.
Though soon she would falter
Suetonius would reign
Forgotten victories are all that remain
Her voice they still hear
An echo from yesteryear
Fight the foe, fight the foe
Sang the Warrior Queen
The lion looks proud in the shade of the tree
But the lioness hunts down the prey
The victor is she.
Deep in the night, She took her own life
Blessed with a smile and a tear
Though she had severed their dearest veins
None would ever forget, Boadicea
Not that they’d been invented yet, but damn, do I wish I had a picture of that Roman as I swept across the field with 20,000 angry Iceni behind me. Surely the dumb shit would’ve realized that my people wouldn’t stand for the rape of their heirs, nor would they tolerate the flogging of their Queen. And to think, their bright idea of women being inferior still permeates society today!
Right, so the girls weren’t technically mine, and I faked my own suicide, but quit splitting hairs. Those Romans still needed to be taken down a peg or two. I only wish the Druids had come to our aid. With them, came the blessing of the Gods, and we might’ve been able to chase those damned Romans out of Briton for good. Londinium. What the hell kind of name is that?
