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November 17, 2017
 She lived in love, As that's her ways, She lived in love, Through tortured days. The bloody war, Dripping sweat, Her hands in fists, In battle yet. She takes a knee, Her sword in hand, She bows not to flee, From demons land. And through the thick, She swings her sword, As moonlight casts, Upon the hoard. Treacherous battle, Uphill climb, She won't back down, She'll take her time. For she is love, Brightness behold, She will not sink, She will not fold. Through the darkest night, Mother Moon's her light, For she is blessed, Child of sight. To see her through, The battered lands, To victory, And silver sands. A place where love, Is always found, But you must first, Stand your ground! And face the horrid, That's inside, To slay the beasts, Where pure souls hide. You'll cut, You'll bleed, And tear you down, You'll scream in pain, In tears abound. You'll feel no mercy, Can be found, And that is when, You'll be confound. But stand up tall, Through one and all, Although it hurts, Agonies crawl. Your hearts the compass, That guides you there, Your skin's a glow, Your ravenhair. For you a moonchild of the night, You are pure love that holds on tight, Follow the stars through the fight, And earn your wings, Of love so bright. |
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