Dear sister,
I am here,
Your beloved polyhistor
Who's misunderstood by every ear,
Here's to your highness,
Your great resister,
Foregoing my huffiness,
Holding on to your faith,
And transforming into its transistor.
Blessings are those,
Coming from endearment,
Those that arose,
From the annihilation of your fear,
This role Isn't my picking,
And my glare pierced them like a spear
Indeed, it also wasn't my politicking.
I just adore your resolve,
Against a world so corrupted,
You majestically chose to absolve.
You're god given,
And I swore to protect your integrity,
From the claws of the evil driven,
Serving them with burning brevity,
They've wrestled your peace,
Attempting to weaken your faith,
Your sadness became their caprice,
I promise you that they'll earn your wraith.
YOU ARE READING
God Given
PoetryA proud brother's vow to protect his sister's life, integrity, and modesty.
