Pontanona

Her hair is as dark as the ebony night
With streaks of blood that impose people’s fright
The boy grabs his weapon as she draws near
As she approaches he sends forth first tier

Her eyes send fear into each soldier’s soul
As she glares with orbs the color of coal
Her heels clacking as she descends the hall
Her tattoo reveals her leadership call

She smirks with mirth as the harsh terror wreaks
Her hair pulled back reveals scars on her cheeks
The boy stares in astonished awe-struck fright
As he watches she leads her clan to fight

He let her get close and it went too far
But he stands frozen as she starts to spar