The jewel in the lotus
arcs restlessly
wielding rank innocence
with a samurai finesse...
finesse,
cunning
beyond mere mastery.
The Light cuts hard
as a guillotine
off a cold-forged soul
with the Mark of the Fold,
drawn into the curve
of infamy.
The earth runs aground
on the cognizance.
Child of the Fire,
Infinite Dream
by the hands of anathema,
she,
redeemed,
forbids them the favor
of recompense.
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