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Of The Knife

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To nobility I was born,
In state worn and torn
By ne'er-ending war, rebellious girl
Invited many of scorn
To my company, yet mere thorns
In my will's side, though future soon unfurled.

Whilst dearest sisters fuss with dresses and rings,
I envied gleam of steel and much deadlier things,
For not with other girls did I align,
Discovered by child who dared my father malign,
To me life he resigned; then father designed plan not so benign
As training for wifedom, Noxian woman who sings
Laments at husbands far and wide, succor from women Noxian man wings
In battle, to aid the fight, while rest stay at home…
Nay, I longed to see flow of delicious claret foam.

Training began on one rainy day, in Noxian hell
Was my urge to kill swelled, instructors had to quell
My sinister desires, raging like fire
Or burning conflagration, climbing the spire
Of bloody renown, leaving in my wake grieving spouses at pyres,
And through it all I laughed at affable walking dead,
Not known to them I'd tuck them into underground bed.

I began my work in Ionia free, my spree whetting
My teeth as I clawed for more, glee in setting
The sun on so many lives, widowed wives, wetting
Sleeves as comforting Ionian breeze brings death, begetting
Tears and coronary sears, the idea of country letting
Its people die easily, even those who wheeze, is somehow settling.

Sanguine pleasure flows through my heart,
As my flying daggers have just begun to start.

Then a new campaign began, one with promise of more pain
And opened veins into the veins of the people, only sane
Would avoid battle thrill, where I first met rival fair,
Though in skill, no purpose to compare the fares
We've made countries pay, the guardian of
Demacia sent to fight me, on echelon high above.

He a member of vanguard weak, nary take a week
To find, slay, and retrieve remains of champion not sleek,
Sion of Noxus, and defeat rugged Garen,
Though to me appeared no more than a boy for errands,
[The damn golem, I'll have him strewn 'cross field barren]
But to my dismay, war ended one day,
The meek ne'er want to be slain,
Or find themselves dying on the end of my blade,
Yet not all violence was to fade; the League of Legends my name bade.

On this new battlefield, I enforce Noxian will,
And practice my skills on those begging to be killed,
Bringing honour to my name, prestige to my house,
My work kin to a snake devouring a mouse.

As a member of High Command, hair claret red,
My instincts are honed on the fields filled with the dead
I still leave in my wake, my blades bouncing and singing,
Ringing sounds in your head, Voracity for blood stinging
My heart, until closer to yours I get… I'm where you will go
And thence shall vanish, gone from your corpse, with the art of Shunpo.

Yet of all my skills, naught is as breathtaking
As the Lotus, from my blades you'll be shaking,
Oh please! Can you make my heart stop aching?
Poem about the League of Legends character: Katarina
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