A poem for herself: Who is she?
She is a stone made of love and struggles
She's a sword forged by strong friendships and unbreakable bonds
She's a shield wielded for everything that nearly shtatters
She doesn't yield, she battles smeared in blood, and can still gently hold hands
She may seem like a Goddess of rage and war
But she is just a human with moments of weakness, sadness, and regret
At these moments, she would...
She's a sword forged by strong friendships and unbreakable bonds
She's a shield wielded for everything that nearly shtatters
She doesn't yield, she battles smeared in blood, and can still gently hold hands
She may seem like a Goddess of rage and war
But she is just a human with moments of weakness, sadness, and regret
At these moments, she would...