Dragon: Poetry

She walked
into the alley
with all the grace
of a feline cat

Her eyes blazed
with slow conviction
Her shoes whispered
along the sidewalk
as if made of feathers

In her hand
was a blade,
Long,
singular,
immense,
it raged in
the light of a
crimson moon

And how she
relished the thought
of the fight
lying in wait
just around the corner...

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