The pounding of the drums

Thousands of marching feet

Weapons of war

Brought near peace

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And the hawk flies high above

Dancing down,

Dancing low.

Flying right over the warriors

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And a single dagger

Clutched in talons

Brought down

To the earth

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And suddenly, 

a shape transformed

A fire lit

A sky a burn.

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Cloaked in robes of green and brown

Silver eyes, Golden bow

She dances through the soldiers

With swords of bone

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Guardian, Protecter

Whatever her name

She stands of the cliff tops

And defends her home

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And the gateway of life

The portal of hell

The Vally of peace

The mountains of death

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She defends it all

The wild, the pure

Guarding the place

Where magic runs.

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