Saturday, February 25, 2017

An innocent face
An untamed soul
A fire in her eyes
And grace in her bones

A quick wit
And ready grin
A sharp mind
Drawn to sin

Both evil and good
Both harsh and kind
A perfect bond
Of body and mind

A minds eye
Limits her not
She spreads her wings
Beyond all thought

You know what's said
Of judging a book
A cutaneous shell
She long ago shook

So watch her soar
On a myriad of wings
Searching for always
The substance of kings


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