While The World Slumbers

Barefoot and braless; speaks volumes,

Dancing with the wind under a full moon,

Speaking to the heavens, words of wisdom from those she has lost,

Hiding her torment in a heart, destructive and out of tune.

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Her stubborn spirit rides among the stars when the earth is sleeping,

Darkness is her favourite dress, isn’t she gorgeous draped in its sheer cloak?

Long blonde hair wildly wispy, dreadlocked and a complete mess,

Lighting magic to the call of the owl, bathing in the moonlight soak.

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Insects crescendo the song of the night,

Attuned to her call to action, there’s fairytales to ride,

The animals surrender when she whispers and chants,

Safety in security, believing she takes away their need to hide.

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She was born from the wild, her Soul marinated and aged,

Quietly lashing the power buried deep inside, harnessing her goals,

She keeps a tight rein on her temper, to let it loose will see it explode,

Turning her back on the unworthy, it’s just how she rolls.

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Come morning, when the sun and the world awakens,

You’ll find her meek and demure, silent with a smile,

You’ll have no idea of her nightmares that she faced throughout the night,

And if you were to ask, she’ll hit you with her denial.

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She keeps her darkness tucked neatly in a closed off chamber of her heart,

Where it drips with the blood of her latest conquest,

Warrior whispers chain them to her nightmares; she quietly listens to their screams,

Her laughter the perfect answer to their words begging protest.

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To see this wild side of her is but scheduled for a precious few,

Only those who believe in her ability to run the gauntlet,

For these she’ll uncloak from the darkening night,

Her savage hysterics is her favourite look yet.