Collection of Mystical Poetry

The Warrior

She's not your friend and she'll never be

Don't look at her eyes if you're her enemy

Never, ever, try to the get the chance

Or she'll kill you with only one glance

In her eyes lies her soul, in her soul there is ice.

Abuse is a violent word that drives her insane

If she hears it she'll become the warrior of flames

She protects women who were hurt at all costs

You better change your mind or you'll become frost

In her words lies a sword, with her sword she'll end the world.

In her mind there is no such thing as purity

She's been destroyed, her scars open wide

And were healed from the poison of the wild

She'll never miss again the chance to be free

In her blood there is rage, and her rage creates flood.

She's not scared of the big tempest

And the storm is her only guide

She'll use it against your darkness

You will be caught in the tide

In her hands there is pain, and with her pain comes the end.