A spirit quite tattered by the by the harshness of life
Battling and battling, strife after strife
Walking while lost, while searching for good
She would just like to chill, if only she could
Until she has found it, she will continue to reach
Defeating the darkness by entering the breech
Though pretty and fragile as seen by the eyes
Do not be fooled by it, for her innocence lies
She will fight like a tiger defending its home
When the black demons confront her on this road she must roam
Her gauntlet will end, for good is her fate
A beauty less ordinary, whose spirit is great.
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