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I pull my blade
the katana shines in the moon light
the curve is such a disturbing but graceful sight

She must die
i approach my destination
Her blood will be my compensation

i feel something cold on my face
five digits grace
nails touch a hold and rub

i look up my blade stops at the tip
her nose spared from its grip
nails touch a hold and rub

my blad stops at the tip
is she petting me?
no i rebulded Mustafilise get a grip!

i pull the blade down with a quick jerk
unable to finish i feel defeated and hurt
nails touch a hold and rub

in the night i look up noticing this woman
she is a dove(poetic discription not to be taken literally)
clenching my fist i hold tight within its glove

i was being pet in the face of death
she held my cheek
clenching my eyes i wept

my blade fell and shined one last time
realizing not her death but in her light
i would live a life trully sublime

((that ones to you wink well if ya can remember it ^-^ ))