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.

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