General Writing Poetry


Steel chains crush in ash as the golden ring winging on her
An acute observer, she is
Compassionate ability, she has
Gaming her life, she does
In the forest, she lives

A novice with kindness

She guards before the bricked house
when the moon hanging among the distant stars
She scouts across the territory
when the sun mounting the highest throne

A patriot with uprightness

Her bro and sis’ are lined up before the slaughter table
To save all of them would be a riotous gamble
But don’t worry though the butcher will be accountable
For all the wrong deeds he’d done
That the judgement day will come

And surely, an orphan with toughness


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