She looked scared, dreary bloodshot eyes,
Her voice a whisper, but her pain did suffice.
Draped and hidden in fabric, wolves bared teeth,
Death kept haunting her with a black wreath
The forest was dark, only silence was heard,
She had a sword, that thought suddenly occurred.
The wolves kept encircling, ready to tear her apart,
She wasn't giving up, no hiding, she knew her heart,
She wasn't going to shout, no one answers the call,
So Eventually, she drew her sword, and slayed them all!
-aditi
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Wavering Starlight
Şiirmy emotions are bubbling through my veins, stars with love, and darkness with pains, here am I with pen between my teeth, and a rustic paper drenched in my ink, letting all my emotions sink... welcome to a poetic voyage to my world !
