She smiles and moves across the graves in utter silence
Hooves sliding side to side; stepping over little mounds where they were buried
She twirls and spins around for those who were standing there, watching her
The sun shines brightly on her skin - her grey, dull colour forgotten for a moment
Gracefully, she danced the dance of life
The scene shifts; she transforms herself into a fragile and weak doe
Falling to her knees, twisting her body from left to right as she whimpers
She rolls over, covering herself in dirt, dried twigs, and shrivelled leaves
Slowly she comes to a halt and laid flat on the ground between the mounds
Unattractively, she'd danced the dance of death
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[right-indent] Michie i miss you already ):
Many Ways will still be here for when you come back some day...
Name Origin:
There is never one path to victory.
There are many ways to win.
The best way is to crush your opponent in all ways.
Leave them with no hope and no way out.
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