[poetry] Concentrated Badassery

She walks in beauty, like the night

Alone in thoughts, constant remorse;

Sword in hand, she starts the fighting

Strength and her brawn the only course;

She’ll fight for what she thinks is right

Justice is her mightiest force.

Basking in moonlit afterthoughts

Her breath, a cooling, wispy mist;

Looking down, she spots a small pot

With glinting contents in her midst;

She’s bold and reaches like a bot

Checking off found gold from her list.

She runs, like a thief without guilt

Through the city she calls her home;

Her base that she carefully built

Is well concealed her humble Rome;

Plundering the rust coloured silt

Her victory flawless in chrome.

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