Pensive, with a subtle gleam in her eye

Shadowed, only, by the moon in the sky

In darkness, she roams, no path in sight

Taking flight, into the obsidian night

On a journey, no boundaries to halt her

Gliding, seeking, you cannot fault her

Searching for dreams, she will discover

Over the lands, as mighty wings hover

Swooping down, talons fierce, do clasp

With quiet dominance, she holds her grasp

Capturing prey, she is driven, a hunger

For now, only wishing, she was much younger

When trips through the dark, she didn’t tire

A spring in her step, her soul, raging fire

At times, she is distant, feels incomplete

Still the spark in her eye, shows she knows not defeat

 

May Writing Prompt – Fight on fighter

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