Warrior

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She lifts herself from the water
Shedding her tail like dry skin
With her spear above her head
She prepares to strike down at the beast
Slithering beneath the surface
The storm rages on
Waves lapsing over the stone perch
In the distance a boat teeters over
On the verge of capsizing
She bears no notice
To anything but the green tail
Poking out of the water
A ray of light shines from beneath the storm clouds
Urging her on
The sounds of seagulls
Squawking in fear
Fills her being with courage.

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