Powerful is what you are (for my dear friend)

Even worn out by a thousand battles
This girl refuses to back away from the field
Her hand clinging around the bloodstained sword
Waiting for the next obstacle to overcome

In her big brown eyes the fire never dies
Even if the flame is only a tiny speck of light
Gusts of wind almost quieting the glow
Yet during the calm after the storm it builds itself up again

Never breaking
Always bruising
Never settling
Always surviving

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