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poems Her blade sang in the wind
Swinging gently by her side
Her cloak waved perfectly
In a single circular motion
Leaves rustled nervously
In her presence
Her gun lay comfortably
Cushioned by her pocket
Caressed the trigger
Caressed the power
Opened her eyes sharply
Cold look swept across her face
Skin would be her armour
All that she would need
Sacrifices had been made
The path has been laid
The time has come
She was ready
