The elements are the same
Battle-bred... Forged out of steel
Made tough by the demons
His principles... Her discipline
He fought with power
She, with grace
Onto the battlefield
Swords wielded reflecting the sun
Armors rusted...blood crusted
Blazing eyes of dark to light
Of fear
Of faith
The dangerous dance begins...
Do not mock my skin
I have seen horrors as much as you do
Do not judge my strength according to the thickness of my limbs
My spirit is limitless
Laugh at my sword -- puny against the gothic axe you wield
Feel the cold blade cut through you -- flesh and bones
You fight with power and anger
Relentless to the core
Yet here you stand
Captured by movement and art....
I am your mystery...
I am the Warrior in Dancing Shoes....
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