She's a queen in the battlefield.
Holding spears and shields,
With hope and tears.
Manes with blood,
Horses which cries with might
In the middle of a spreading fight.
Gores devour lives; from blood to flesh
To keep themselves sane
From the callings of inhumane.
With her heroes fall,
She walks with swords and thorns.
Her eyes blank and stares so cold.
Beware of the story being untold.
Once a woman grows old enough,
Deflect her daggers. Run for your life.
She's showing no mercy, so warn your mates.
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PoetryHis love was a crime. Obstacles chain me, Pinned me into destruction; How can I ever freed myself, When I'm already addicted to your poison? My love, it's your fault. Release me now, I'm begging you. The promise of the past shall be stopped, P...
