Behold the maiden with flowing white hair,
Her katana ablaze with a fierce, deadly glare.
She moves with grace and a warrior's poise,
Cutting through the air with an expert's noise.
Her blade flashes like lightning in the night,
Illuminating the darkness with a blinding light.
And when she strikes, it's with a deadly precision,
A masterful display of her swordsmanship vision.
As she moves, her hair dances in the wind,
A veil of white that seems almost pinned.
But don't be fooled by her delicate appearance,
For she's a force to be reckoned with, a fierce endurance.
And when she slashes her katana with might,
A water dragon emerges, a magnificent sight.
It slithers and writhes, a powerful f...