The lead snaps as pressure is added,
A few choice words fall into existence,
The master of removing sweeps off the matted.
A sigh of irritation escapes into the wind,
As a face begins to reveal its beauty,
An arm starts to reach and bend.
Shades of grey play with the white,
Shapes of foliage stray with elegance,
A hand grips a sword tight.
Enemies surround a heroin in flight,
She swings with precision,
Her only aim is to fight.
She shows no fear as her blade hits true,
Blood gleams against the moon light,
Her expression reveals her amuse.
Blue fills her eyes,
Mocha hues cascade down her skin,
Her black hair becomes more d