The monster that I saw It’s fangs Razor sharp could not define Its hunt Its prey Its strides, felt by all The coldness That is emitted from her eye’s, breath Yet soft to the touch Do I believe does she feel Can she feel Her strength Is drawn? And mine? Yet The air we breathe Is it not the same Or does she not breath at all A siren The calmness of the dawn And in her wake Not little ripples But tidal waves Comes a storm And when it is done Her soul revealed In a rainbow.
Reason for writing:
Do I really have give an inspiration....
Birth sign: Pisces
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