She thought of herself as a Night-In-Gale, riding her coal black steed
Her killer sword hanging down from her side, ready to do her deed
The eyes smiling, her teeth clenched tight as she sang her nightingale song
The mind was set for her plans and yet, thinking she could do no wrong.
She rode with great speed in the dark of the night making plans to do her will
Her heart cold as ice not thinking twice of the spirits she was to kill
Selfish and self centered, driving her force as she sped onward the steed
When the time comes, she will meet her doom, her name is called … GREED.
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