The Female Warrior

Into the dark land she survived from.the heartless

A Midland soul lost in the land of the sleepless

The strength of her voice as she wailed into the night could be likened onto the King of the forest

With her mouth being her bow and her tongue her arrow

She struck with a delicate force that pierced straight into the bull’s eye

For the moment had come to concede to life or death

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