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A silver moon dance

A dagger held trance

The Mystery sworn

No man’s vision to be borne

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A rustle of leaves

The sigh heard of thieves

To see what is hidden

Although most forbidden

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A challenge to death

In combat bereft

He must needs to yield

Her unharmed on the field

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She’s pledged to the fight

But her heart now too tight

Thinks if she should win

What loss caves her in?

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With honor her might

Sets unknown fields alight

His footing torches show

Unfair advantage none bestowed

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A fake and a feint

A stumble and a pause

He is taking her in

In a dance without claws

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She gazes and asks

Herself how he does lack

The will harm to do

With desire for her too

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With courage stands storms

Of her arms tho not the norm

She knows that he tries

To keep her alive

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And her heart not too cold

And she not alarmed

A side of her

Wants to be held and kept warm

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To yield, and what then?

To a foe or a friend?

Too late, she cried

Betrayer

Inside

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A moment as this

Was all he did need

He takes her down

Safely knowing

He’d planted

Her heart’s own

Fertile seed

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He whispers her name

And she knows she has lost

All she has known

Pinned,

Feels deep endings

In ocean’s waves tossed

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And so, gasping,

She there awaits

Inevitable,

Emotions opened gates

Then wrestled upon a moistened ground

Hippolyta happily makes no sound.