(Written on 2025-01-04)

Like dawn’s sun, sharp and bright,
It can pierce the veil of darkest night.
A symbol of power, yet it’s not cruel;
Free of grudges and hate, it is light.

With this sword in her hand,
She owns the moon and the sky.
The stars watch in silent awe,
As she dances with her shadow.

Fierce but unyieldingly calm,
Her eyes can capture any soul.
Movements graced with control,
Guided by wisdom, not blinded by sight.

Born of pure moonlight and sharp streel,
The brave dance partner of destiny.
Trials to be faced, battles to be fought,
A life’s stories waiting to be told