9 August 2012
Calmly moving through the streets, She watches with hawk-eyes. Picking out the trouble-makers, Unwinding all the lies.
Graceful in her movements, Like something so surreal. Eyes that don't miss anything, And jaw as taut as steel.
Cape that flies about her hips, Dagger at her thigh. Heartbeat steady at her breast, Dawn? A far-off cry.
Wolfsbane for the werewolves, Wood stakes for vampires. Leather boots that won't wear out, Lighter for the pyres.
Protector of the city's core, Patroller of the night. Bringing misfits under thumb, Until the day is light.
Night City's Protector. • Opuss № I