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She walked elegantly
With her head held high
Her eyes were ice cold
Yet warm like the ocean wide
The jewel crown
Once upon a time
Sat upon her head
For she
She was the Northern King's golden wife
Raised in the wild
Her destiny was prophesied
Her rise, her fall
The Seer foresaw it all
Undeterred
She trained
In scorching heat of May
And knee deep in the chilly Lake
Bow and arrow
Dagger and sword
She conquered
Anyone who crossed her path
She wore a flowy gown
Like the princess she was
Yet fought like a nation's son
Like she was
Her brethren looked down on her
So she surpassed and gained the highest mark
Today, her spirit
She runs free
Looking for hunters like her to teach
She finds peace
When the stars honor her
Tonight and every night
Ever since
Her last fight
With her head held high
Her eyes were ice cold
Yet warm like the ocean wide
The jewel crown
Once upon a time
Sat upon her head
For she
She was the Northern King's golden wife
Raised in the wild
Her destiny was prophesied
Her rise, her fall
The Seer foresaw it all
Undeterred
She trained
In scorching heat of May
And knee deep in the chilly Lake
Bow and arrow
Dagger and sword
She conquered
Anyone who crossed her path
She wore a flowy gown
Like the princess she was
Yet fought like a nation's son
Like she was
Her brethren looked down on her
So she surpassed and gained the highest mark
Today, her spirit
She runs free
Looking for hunters like her to teach
She finds peace
When the stars honor her
Tonight and every night
Ever since
Her last fight
Literature
Spring.
Spring.
She is a princess,
A goddess, really.
For only she is beautiful in whatever she does.
Her skin is pale,
Not yet tanned by Summer’s heat,
Still frozen from Winter’s touch.
Silent and sure, she smiles at the world.
Her hair falls over one shoulder, soft as can be.
Soft as the baby ferns,
Soft as the baby fawns.
Soft as the green grass between her toes.
Her eyes are full of promise,
Greener than the tallest oak trees.
They tell a story of what is to come,
Reflecting growth and new life.
She is still young, a little child,
Nothing like the Winter before,
Whose old bones creaked
And tried to weather the storm.
A child w
Literature
Flowers
I cant let myself get attacted when something is so small
But we birthed the small thing.
We didnt just let it grow
We supported it, and brought it to life
Its qucikly blooming and blossuming
Revealing its beautiful colours
But its too fast..
what if something so fragle breaks just as fast?
what if the outer petals start to wilt and fall and get stepped on
what is the beautiful Pink to red gradient petals
Turned to brown and disgusting as wilted to the ground, to be stepped upon.
I dont want this rose to wilt..
I want it to be able to bloom and stay up for the rest of the season
I want to see it stay bright and beautiful
For the world to see
Literature
She Delves Through My Heart
A sly smile forms as her lips slowly split
My unanswered question lingers in air
Her dark green eyes turn into staring slits
She delves through my heart with her silent stare
And leans in close to me, breathing in steep
While my enraptured smile turns to a grin
She breathes onto me, and I inhale deep
I feel the dear warmth against my chilled skin
She so quietly rises from her chair
Steps nearer, under the dimmed light the most
So her red locks shine as bright gems, not hair
Grabs my lab coat collar, and pulls me close
Whispers soft, as I take in her sweet smell
"Actually, Doctor, I feel quite well."
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