Beneath the bloom of the night,
The lady bug rests from the fight,
Swords seemingly forgotten,
yet words misbegotten
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.
words by me