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.