"Tigress"
All hail the queeen,
For she is here.
Showing off her teeth,
Standing on her feet.
All the animals bowed,
She ruled, it's her kingdom.
Eyes widen, throat cleared,
Heads up, she roared.
Then, the sky's crying.
Arrow heads flying.
She was hit and bleeding,
Cared les, kept on living.
Wound stung, she started to cry,
but then sees her realm fading,
"No, they cannot die!"
Anger ranging, started attacking.
Soon enough she won,
The war she had on her own.
Kindled spirit, brave and caring,
Now see, Isn't she amazing?
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Poems
PoetryThey say poems are the writer's identity and secret keepers. It shields them from people yet are exposed. Poems are great wonders-- It is deep and very meaningful.
