In graces’ arms became my make,
Thy wielder’s charm assured my fate,
Finely balanced with a sharp tip tongue,
upon this birth a trap was sprung,
A sharp contrast compared to thou,
A shield, and guard, on a fighters prowl,
Wielded with care, but taught to fight,
A beautiful creation, who blinded your sight,
‘tis no mere imitation upon your view,
What you have seen will rise anew,
A diamond pales to her beauty within,
A strong whole center, begetting a win
Her own personal weapon, a double-edged sword,
Her life’s in my hands, your’s no more
Carrying this creation full with pride,
When raised up high, she’ll surely fly.