|%|buckskin femme watches he dance after she, indicators prick'd t'ward he, charcoal optics watching he, 'fore letting out a shrill cry and prancing playfully 'way from he, chisel'd crania tuck'd 'gainst chest o' she, sleek, arabic neck arch'd, ebon banner and locks flowing gently in t' wind, onyx peds lift'd gracefully. bruja o' hue o' desert sands comes to halt, waiting for he to 'proach she, 'fore cantering swiftly across t' terra, sharp, onyx daggers tearing at t' emerald turf 'neath slender, arabic frame o' she|%|