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Peaceful Grace

She walks, hand to hand
and hip to hip,
slowly moving from grace to shadow
and from darkness to night
she carries her sword, broad is it not
Curved and laced, with the daylights venom
A subtle poison, that strikes the blade only by day
The day invigorates the blade, and makes it sing in the night
As she strikes, whole and true
To rend asunder all who walk her path
Only I may grace her, to much the envy of others
For in battle we met
The Fates were kind
That we were on the same Side
Sired and Inspired by

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Many Thanks for the inspiration
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