Panagiota
Panagiota is a whirling Galaxie.
With her blue thunder words.
A spirit like black diamond lightning.
She bruises the clueless and ignorant.
Not out of hate but of love.
Not with a brass-knuckled fist but with pearled wisdom
Layered around grains of life's relentless grit.
Her words are not fanciful or minty...
They're always stained with the talon of truth.
She crushes the weak-minded and the oblivious.
With her Olympian soul and rose-scented boots.
She fears nothing and never spares the rod of truth.
While weaving a spirited ink to her parchment heart.
Atop enchanted moonbeams, she lances pit vipers and tangos with God.
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