Warrior

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As the icy wind blew hard, 

The fire in her rose sky high

The night stood calm

The ocean saw her and

Shuddered in her wrath. 

Raging with anger, 

And spitting the embers of hate. 

Her persona, Oh! Was unseen till now. 

The sickle in her hand, 

Shone bright under the moonlight. 

Red pearls trickled from it, 

That belonged to a tyrant. 

Understanding the burning desire, 

The ocean, quietly consumed the tyrant, 

Who harmed her child. 

Her tears, mixed with her mother, 

As she knelt down in tiredness. 

As the icy wind blew hard, 

The fire in her slowly subsided.

 

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