Her golden hair shoned under the moonlight,
My hand stroking them as gentle as my might,
I do not want to wake her up yet,
Or else I'll lose what my master has bet
The lady who's sleeping soundly on my lap,
Is not your ordinary human taking a nap,
She may look like a damsel who can't break a plate,
But I tell you, meeting her is going to be the most unfortunate,
She had killed a thousand soldiers in one swing,
Without fully knowing her entire being
My master had set interesting eyes on her,
Which has never happened before.
I stay still waiting for the signal,
The stunt I am to do is going to be the final
This will be the last time,
Before I make a crime.
