by Heather M. White
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
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From the darkness she crawls
Holding her blade tightly in her hands
She's not afraid of you,
...what she does fear,
Will never show,
It only makes her who she is,
and each new fear will feed her dark power,
Making her stronger,
She is not a person who will ever cave in,
For from the darkness she crawls
Ready to take on anything that comes her way,
With her dark powers and her trusty blade.
She dares anyone to look in her eyes,
But beware, she does not hide
Anything that made her be this dark warrior
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|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|Wow..I loved this Heather, this was just excellent!
|Reviewed by Lee Garrett
|Enjoyable. The style reminds me of the 18th century poet William Black--"Tyger, tyger, burning bright in the forests of the night..." Very well done though I'd like to see an expansion on this treatment; you've created someone here I'd like to know more of.|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Reminds of "Dark Angel" TV series. Well done, enjoyed reading.|