Called forth prefere
to stay safe
hear t'is not as
so thought dear
Claws sharpened
razor edge
teeth I wish not
but are as well
Passive so I
rather would
My flesh
My blood
has she so
chose
it to be
Lightning cast forth
heat no problem to
me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The First Shrike - I like the personality of your soul, which lightning cast forth, full of your blood. See if you like my, 'If I Should Lose My Soul, ' and see if you agree. Best wishes - Cheryl