We Create Stories* Poem by heroine bard

Know this disaster,
I'm feeling you cry again.
I'll save you faster;
We will fly away then.
You can paint your virtue
While it lasts for long.
I can make this true
By singing a song.
There's a certain passion
That flows through me;
It's our creation,
Moving in our bodies.
Make it right for this one night.
Then cast away the times of hate,
Or there will be nothing but truth.
What we'll hide will take the pride.
Go ahead and haste,
It'll all be a waste of time and effort.
In the end, that's how it can hurt.
So back off and don't talk
Because you don't know what you're saying.
Don't walk away,
It's just a little past the beginning.