The red string of fate
Ties around her finger
Binding her to a life
A world not any Kinder
Blazed to an extent
Yet she stands brave
A blossom so pure,so rare
A woman of charecter
She was there for everyone
Developed a few mates
Maybe a friend or foe
A voice soft as roses
Mane of pure haze
A beauty so precious
Puts even Venus to shame
But the truth tis her soul
A blanket of comfort
Stands here a warrior
Exterior of a maiden
Yet, soul of a fighter
Author: Athena Holyster
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Daughters of the world