She stands alone dark, hunting, proud.
Weeding though the massess of the weak, spineless and helpless.
Her feet planted firmly on the ground blocking the way past her.
Cold gruel eyes glare into the darkness that surrounds the bridge on which she stands.
You hold no hope on gaining her pity.
Nothing can beat this woman
Nothing may get passed this woman.
Do you dare challenge this dark woman knight?
Do you dare risk all you are to this woman knight?


I hope this is recieved well by all of you.
Lyanness

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Valnuary, in the year 241 AF.