Her eyes are emotionless
Her breathing is silent
The hilt she holds,
The deadly blade...
The Huntress they call her
Silent and mysterious as the night;
With eyes like midnight,
Hair of ebony,
Skin like cream...
Delicate,
Daring
Deadly
She springs
Her sword dances in her hands
Her movements,
Silent,
Graceful,
Cat-like,
Deadly...
Her sword,
Guided by unknown forces,
Wielded by skilled hands,
Plunges,
Swings,
Slashes,
Stabs,
Goes in for the kill...
Her aim is precise,
On target
Perfect.
Blood drips,
Tainted blade,
Tainted eyes,
Experianced soul...
Deadly...
Her sword dance continues
Night after night;
Life after life
Falls to her blade
Unable to match,
Unable to keep up,
Unable to predict.
No one knows, but her
The steps,
The movements,
The skill,
The force behind
Her deadly
Sword dance.
