There is always a way--
Over a wall
Around a locked door
Always a plan
Where light feet
Noiselessly tred
Scaling, sliding,
Swiveling on tiptoes
Wielding quick swords and
Spinning sharp stars
Into the void of night
There is an army of ninjas in the soul
Waiting to be summoned
Ready for the mission
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