With your permission, a sonnet, composed in honour of Miho the Darkly Cute.

A ribbon tangled loosely in her hair,
Eyes narrowed 'gainst the harsh glare of the sun,
Was ever evil known that's quite so fair?
One look from her, and all that's good's undone.

A figure in the distance, tall and proud,
Her hordes of minions battle in her stead
None but the strongest ever are allowed
To serve Miho, the Queen of the Undead.

And yet, it seems, she has a softer side.
An unexpected smile, and a pet?
Rememberance makes Largo want to hide,
For he now knows he hasn't won quite yet.

And what comes next? Ah, only time will tell,
And all that we can do is wish her well.

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