Raging sea and mountain glory,
her eyes, they beg to tell a story
Walking through the thicker mist
a weapon is hidden by her wrist

It's not knife, nor blade or gun,
hear her heart beat like a drum
It's white and thin with lines of ink
look and think, it is a link

Future, past, where is the middle?
she is solving the dying riddle
Away she is gone, run in hiding,
has to pick with whom she's siding

Secrets are her rising power
her heart is like a blooming flower
It is a rose with all its grace
her roots won't allow more empty space

There lives a king with blind trust,
his grave is becoming ancient dust
The crown is burning on the throne
the next successor has been born

Meet the Devil and his child,
the allies have been exiled
His friends, her family are gone
the underworld they sadly roam.

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This poem was inspired by the TV series "The Blacklist" character Elizabeth Keen. Even if you don't watch the show I hope you like it.
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