Caveat: Poem #2815 “Seventy-ninth stanza”

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Kiamon noted the grim atmosphere.
Several looked up. She could understand fear.
No one, however, decided to fight.
Here she would stay, on edge for the night.

– a quatrain in a dactylic tetrameter. The nonsequential snapshots into this fictional being’s life continue.

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