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Of The Knife by Satellizerr, literature
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Of The Knife
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 f
