Becoming The Muse

Beneath the bloom of the night,
The lady bug rests from the fight,
Swords seemingly forgotten,
lay idle,
yet words misbegotten
may kindle,
A deadly dance with a fatal embrace
Beneath the shadow of the bloom,
The ladybug rests,
A warrior first,
Beginning and ending,
The moment she picked up a sword,
Choosing to stand up for those who would not.
Beneath the bloom,
The ladybug waits.

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Artwork by DjDT3 ThatsStankyProductions.com

words by me

~B