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Soundless she steps, green eyes flashing
Robes like shadow and starlight
Graceful and deadly like a dance
Huntress under the dark moon

She is oldest, bearing many names
Wandering the forest in twilight
She sees all, hears all, knows all
Sword in hand, flowers in her hair

Raven feathers adorning her like a crown
Her voice sweet and dark
Touch like poison, soft as rose petals
Only the wind or the stars may guide her path

Her fury calls fire from the earth
Thunder rolling with each swordstrike
Her war-song calling for death and ruin
On dark wings, foreboding, she arrives