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She laughs as she pulls,
The sweat-soaked leather sliding through the buckle.
Lifting the dented metal free,
She places it on the coarse table with a fond delicacy.
She laughs for a battle won
And a good deed done.

She pulls the mesh over her head
And it claws at her hair.
She winces, and pulls harder.
Sacrifice in the name of God,
Blesséd be thy name.
Was it gold? Was it ebony?
Is it crimson, fading to rust?

He watches her with unwavering eyes,
So noble, so proud. She’s his angel,
Infallible in her fight,
Invaluable in her might.
A perfect knight, she shines,
Almost divine.
His fingers tug at his collar, idly loosening the noose.

Would He care if we were to dance?
His will be done.
Could you deny His request?
My will be done.