A poem about: duel wielding axes, leaping forward, slash, chop, hack, Bronda, berserker, axes, yetis, their light blue blood, hacked off arms, legs, and heads, Bronda spins a whirlwind of of death, her, she, her thickset body, her ample bosom, strong, mighty, yetis, roaring, thick white fur, tall and broad, muscles, black claws sharp as swords, sharp teeth, tusks, their eyes black sclera with a dot of blue at the center, swipe of claws, chests and bellies cut open, the tundra of Blizzard Crown, high snow covered mountains and frozen ground, snow, chill, sun, open sky, air, Bronda's battle cry, her her yeti pelt, her hair long and wavy and fiery red, her icy blue eyes, freckles, her face covered with the blood of the beasts she slays, she laughs maniacally twirling her blades, her strength, agility, speed, endurance, hacking through the tall lumbering beasts, hacking away at their massive furred bodies like hay, harvest, her wide hips, frozen ground with the remains of her foes, bright blue blood freezing in the snow limbs heads and entrails abouther full lips

In Blizzard Crown where the tundra roars, Bronda battles on icy floors. Two axes gleam, one in each hand, Cutting down creatures of this frozen land. With each leap forward, she slashes through, A whirlwind of death in the sunlit blue. Her thickset form, mighty and strong, Laughs in defiance as she battles along. Yetis, tall with fur so white, Meet her fury, face her might. Their black-clawed hands, tusks like swords, Yet they crumble beneath her warlike chords. Blood blue as ice spills on the ground, Limbs and heads no longer bound. Snow soaks in the chilling hue, Of yetis' lives she cleaves in two. Her hair like fire, her eyes icy blaze, In frenzy of battle, through snow she razes. Freckles spattered with their last regrets, She savors their cries, with no regrets. The frozen rocks echo her scream, Her laughter slices through the dream. Bronda, with her feral spree, Reigns supreme in the tundra's decree. Ample bosom and wide-set hips, Her axes twirl as death elips. Harvest of beasts in frenzied fray, Their sinews reaped like autumn hay. Her full lips curve in wild delight, As blue blood freezes in pure white light. In Blizzard Crown, beneath open sky, Bronda's roar and yetis' sigh.

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