Fighting havocs

Dancing under the darkest shadows,

Peeking through the filthiest windows,

She slides by the thronging messes,

Flying above the greenest meadows.

Tasting all the strengthened gallows,

Toughening up the mushiest mellows,

She misses the quaintest of gallants,

Hidden below the washing wallows.

Shielding self from paining arrows,

Fighting alone, no living marrows,

Following the stars shining high,

As demon within gleefully harrows.

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