The WarriorA Poem by emilythestrangeBeware the warrior,
She is mad, She is precise, She is a tiger, And she will have no mercy.
Her knife shines like ice, Her hair dark like night, Her feet fall softly, Her hands fall hard.
In the wind she flows, Dancing with the leaves, The light dappling on her skin, She fools you.
© 2013 emilythestrangeAuthor's Note
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34 Reviews Added on January 26, 2012 Last Updated on April 28, 2013 AuthoremilythestrangeThe Place that my Pen may take me, Scotland, United KingdomAboutAmateur writer, director, live-er, hair brusher, modern-living-girl, and brussel sprout eater, and cleaner. Professional poet, wonder-er, reader, imagin-eer, word user, weirdo, Nerdfighter, Danasaur,.. more..Writing
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