Ravens cawing and calling out of sightFeathered gowns and polished steelThe knowing smirk of lessons She knows you’ll learnCold words meant with love and careBattle worn armor and enemies bloodSnarling clawing scraping through a fightLessons pressed so close to your unknowing noseThe facepalm that comes after with Her peals of laughter
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