She’s clothed so very plainly as can be
But under duress there is much to see
Much to see of the armorer at work
As she toils away at her mighty quirk
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Hammering away at her keyboard late
She always seems to fill her heavy plate
Crazy times and such crazy working hours
Yet her work above the rest does tower
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In high banners and gazes of the town
Rests her armor suits so marveled and crowned
This is one creator who is no dumb clown
Striving away in dear old tinseltown
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In line of work many great names she’s met
With names you would never ever forget
Fitting them with cord and fiber and threat
This is clothing that they never regret
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Fit from her working out five days a week
Her outcome and armor not at all bleak
Heroine of comics and fluent in geek
As if listening to someone speak greek
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Hammering hammering within the day
Hammering within the fine month of may
Hammering until she's out of the fray
Hammering away till judgment day
About the Creator
Caeizar
Take a drink from my words and see. See the words that make truly me. Let me be your mysterious guide, to unveil the visage I try to hide.
A Digital Pandemic.
After a long day in the department, Emily dropped her worn and tired dark leather bag on the counter before navigating through the small and disordered kitchen to grab a cold beer from a contrarily empty fridge. She hadn't had a chance to unpack since moving from Newcastle to Glasgow, let alone shop for sustenance, except for cold brews naturally.
By Billie Whyte2 days ago in Chapters
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