The rocks remember battles past,
The waves strike hard but never last.
Yet here she treads, where legends fade,
a warrior bound by oath once made.
Dogs at heel, like wolves of old,
their eyes alight, their spirits bold.
And in her step, the earth still feels,
the strength of one who never kneels.
The waves strike hard but never last.
Yet here she treads, where legends fade,
a warrior bound by oath once made.
Dogs at heel, like wolves of old,
their eyes alight, their spirits bold.
And in her step, the earth still feels,
the strength of one who never kneels.
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