She wasn’t made like the rest
no she wasn’t made that way,
The blackness the battles within her
for she kept her demons at bay,
Surrounding herself in the icy cold
none she let through to her heart,
She kept it surrounded by forests
a warmth many fires it could start,
A warrior her words
were her blade,
Her shield
something she had made,
No she wasn’t like the rest
she was a black rose,
Her mind filled with promises
and prose,
No she wasn’t
like the rest,
To a Knight
she would’ve been a mere test,
But her heart
was found by a King,
No easy feat
no easy thing,
And that’s where the
story does start,
This King
he found her heart,
No she wasn’t like the rest
sharp thorns so full of prose,
She wasn’t like the rest
Those velvet depths
hidden in a plain black rose….
.x.
An empty space.... 