It's said she's made of storm cells
And a wild wolf's hungry heart,
That she's learned the lighting's secret
To ripping darkened skies apart.
The power of her presence
Can bring the mountains to their knees,
Her song is one of chaos
As she stirs the angry seas.
But if you've met, you'd be none the wiser
Since she is also born of light,
Another face amongst the crowd;
The hidden hiding in plain sight.
Great power doesn't always come
Inside the forms that you'd assume,
But you would never doubt her strength
When she is howling at the moon.
- e.h
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Poems
Ποίηση"If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die." - This book will contain all of my favorite poems. None of them are mine, so I am not taking credit for any of them. However, if I decide to write a poem, and post it here then I will write my...
