Sonnet 4

In the lonely presense of the night.

She appears as a wild figure

roaming off from the crowd.

Only knowing the ability to be proud

of nothing but freedom. While pulling the trigger.

As it comes to an end, they take flight

like a bird in the dead of night.

Feelings growing bigger

as everyone gathers around,

no one makes a single sound.

But to everyone's surprise, she is the winner.

She won her fight.

No longer afrad of death

she can now takea breath.

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