Mar 2017
Wings spread,
Fangs bared..
Protective has taken its toll.
A wolf,
A Valkyrie.
A hybrid.
Different from mortal.
Different from immortal.
Two rules.
One,
Mess with me.
You get the snarl and pain.
Two,
Mess with those I care for.
You will die painfully.
Valkyrie,*
Isn't always a curse.
Fangs bared..
Protective has taken its toll.
A wolf,
A Valkyrie.
A hybrid.
Different from mortal.
Different from immortal.
Two rules.
One,
Mess with me.
You get the snarl and pain.
Two,
Mess with those I care for.
You will die painfully.
Valkyrie,*
Isn't always a curse.
(20/F/Greenville, SC)
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