

A Warriors HeartThe Night is alive with the sounds of loveA Warriors Heart
The animals attest their longings in song and dance
The waves crash with frustration attempting to kiss the cliffs above
My blood burns and races with exhilirationa and anxiety
I chase you through the night and when I think I have a way to catch you
The sun rises with arrogant might
I roar in anger and hate at its pious fire and dominance
all through his parade of narcicism and fanfare
I seathe with white rage only to be quenched when he slumbers and you bathe me in your radiance and love
You are my Moon, My Luna.
You drive me mad
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It's your world, make it about you!
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