The Last Lone Wolf

She was a newborn babe, a child, a teenager, a full grown woman,

All rolled into one, the beautiful being she was destined to become.

She still craved nurturing as a babe, but as a child chased rainbows,

However, as a woman she learnt life the hard way, fights to be won.

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It was obvious she was not from around here, clearly didn’t belong,

And although people were drawn to her, she kept them at a distance.

I would watch her, fascinated as she tried, then she’d suddenly let go,

It was as if holding on was too painful, she lost to their resistance.

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She knew the meaning of fighting hard, preferring to offer her support,

To all those poor souls whose worlds’ were crumbling, disintegrating,

And while her life was falling apart, she would work her worthy causes,

Never allowing others to hold her, support her, whilst she’s suffocating.

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She knew she would beat her opponents, refusing to accept any pity,

As she was part earthbound angel and part hell bound demon, unique.

She would stand in front of her nightmares, swords in both her hands,

Taking on her battles, along with everyone else’s too; defending the weak.

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As I watch her move, untouchable, I think back to that hot summer day,

A day of a promising dawn, the sun’s cheeky smile popping over the horizon,

The sky an azure blue, white clouds scattered as far as her eye could see,

And remember her bloodied and bruised, her stubbornness not compromisin’.

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It was on that day, after that bloody battle, that I found her once more alone,

She was resting her weary bones, whilst hugging a large, old flame tree.

A tree almost as old as her soul, helping ground her, to allow her healing,

As they concentrated on their in depth conversation, sad but also carefree.

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I was curious as to their discussion, as I crept silently towards them to hear,

Just in time, as she calmly recites, “I am a descendant of the night, born

Only of a full moon, granddaughter of the lunar goddess, blessed in light.

The last of the lone wolves, wild, searching for my pack, sacred, timeworn,

Slaying my nightmares, my battles, insisting my darkness kneels to me this night.”

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