Small demon

January 9, 2010
Bare in the field she stands
Hand grasped around a sword
Glimmering in the harsh sunlight
Shoulders down in exhaustion
They breath as they wait
For this small demon to move
Ebony hair brushes her sunken cheeks
Umber eyes glare out
At the silent word that dares
Not to move an inch
The glimmering point lowers
Teeth bare in a snarl
She doesn't speak, there's no need
Body rigid in a horrible stance
She is a monster sheathed in gold
Beautiful yet filled
With unquenchable rage
None can stand against her

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