White as snow her presence is,
tho she’s not fragile nor brittle
Hail she could cast
wrapped in her words
inflict wound it may
but what lands and hits
the head is a lesson
that only her magic
could ever spell.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
White as snow her presence is,
tho she’s not fragile nor brittle
Hail she could cast
wrapped in her words
inflict wound it may
but what lands and hits
the head is a lesson
that only her magic
could ever spell.
Wrote this on the spot for a friend of mine celebrating her 19th birthday.
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