This lady clad in purple seems like ice
More pois-ed than a dagger laced with dew
But if you can get close she is quite nice
Though you might meet her scythe 'fore she meets you.
A stream of silver ripples down her back
Two eyes like frozen daggers touched with flame
Your gaze they never really quite attack
But you know they're watching you all the same.
A crown is held upon her royal head
Not buy a comb, a clip, or super glue
But buy her own royal posture instead
Although their may still be a pin or two.
In short, Naomai is a specimen rare
But you may never live to love declare.
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