She tried to run, but never got far
The other would find her, she knew

No walls, nor doors, did stop the chase
The nightmare, always quickly grew

It was like looking at herself, in a mirror
This ghost that followed her around

Frightened more, by what she saw
In the halls, of this battled ground

Same hair, same shape, her identical twin
Lavishly clad, she dressed for the night

Yet, she, in leather, known as the warrior
Was afraid to take on this sibling fight

For she knew her sister wouldn’t believe
It was never meant to happen at all

But Karma knew better, she always did
The warrior was about to fall

August Writing Prompt – Karma’s quest for comeuppance – Day 14/31

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