Once upon a time,
In a kingdom
Torn by war,
Stood a survivor.
The battle field was covered
With burns and scars.
Broken weapons and blood.
All, belonging to the warrior.
She knelt to the ground
Tears streaming her face.
She did not mourn.
She did not rejoice.
She wept because
She survived,
Only to fight again
In an endless battle.
For hours on end
She cried and cried.
And finally, she stood.
She wiped her eyes.
She braided her hair.
She wiped her sword clean.
Her armor, she tightened in place.
And she turned.
The sun rose
Over the scarred land.
She drew her sword.
Preparing for battle.
One more time.
One more fight.
One more day.
One more night.
Black appeared before her.
The stain of her enemy.
It advanced and she remained.
Her feet planted firm.
The darkness attacked.
She held her ground,
And looked up
Into her own eyes.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryHello! This book is filled with my poems! I used to have them mixed with my short stories, but for organizations sake, I decided to split them into their own books. Enjoy! This is updated spontaneously, so don't expect regular posts.
