Dark and gelid
A chill of fear runs up my spine
With my death, I flirted
How he snuck, so vulpine.
My captor had me bound
Before I realized
The ropes he put around
Would leave me incised
I tugged and I screamed
In the silver moonlight
While he reamed,
I swore I would fight
I am not a princess
By birth, nor blood, nor right
But I have a fierceness
A silent kind of might
My ropes then I rend,
And I am free again.
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 10:55 AM UTC
Dark and gelid
A chill of fear runs up my spine
With my death, I flirted
How he snuck, so vulpine.
My captor had me bound
Before I realized
The ropes he put around
Would leave me incised
I tugged and I screamed
In the silver moonlight
While he reamed,
I swore I would fight
I am not a princess
By birth, nor blood, nor right
But I have a fierceness
A silent kind of might
My ropes then I rend,
And I am free again.
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