My children actually thought Ruby Hawk was one of my many imaginary characters like Lotta Litter and thus the birth of this poem. Ruby Hawk, with her catchy name and relative articles, is actually one of my fellow Triond writers. Thank you Ruby and thanks to all the Triond writers for your support and inspiration.
She slays adventure and captures the essence of words;
She soars to new levels like graceful birds.
Every new day is another page torn from passion, curiosity, and rage.
People run to their various venues where stories are told,
Waiting for the mysteries Ruby Hawk will unfold.
She wields sharp swords on empty sheets and boards
Her talent and skill leaves her readers with a chill
She inspires desires and lights literary fires
She prowls the streets of knowledge like the average pro;
There is no limit to how far she will go.
The novice is drawn to her as if she were a lover;
Hoping to find and praying to discover.
She appears like a fog and leaves her mark;
The curtain is closed and then it is dark.
Ruby will strike again, so we shall patiently wait on borrowed time and without tempting fate.
Away Ruby Hawk, gather more golden words;
Fly to the moon and beyond, soar like the birds.
Very nice. I enjoyed it 
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