Nick of Time

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The dawn she was born
A star fell from the void
The breeze whispered her name
Mari, her eyes a gift of the sun
But with a mouth that needs soaping
She gives warmongers pause
Wakes her father at 5
Telling him a fire rages
He jolts out of day sleep
Runs downstairs, sees no smoke
It’s her spirit that burns
From the top of the landing she smirks
Mission accomplished