She Was An Orphan Of The Stars

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ey used her Feeding from her weakness, demanding her strength transfer, She was far more than her weakness, her pain, her heartache Abandoning their demands and the horrors they wish to partake.</p><p id="4cd5">She is better without her demons, born to be as she’s been bred A queen of pain and agony, her crown sits lopsided on her head, She is a sorceress of torture, bred to become a woman of war Beware of her love, her embrace can be deadly, a devil’s spore.</p><p id="81eb">She looks ravishing in her uniform, her medals shining on her chest Made up entirely of her scars worn with pride, alight on her breast, Her battles are hard won, stampedes of her sworn enemies ahead She is a catastrophic storm of fear, heartlessness, and icy dread.</p><p id="d8bb">She holds tight to her fire-breathing dragon, at one with her beast The blood-drenched battleground as she allows her dragon to feast, She knows she can coexist with her pet fire-breather, she claimed A woman who refuses to allow the world to extinguish her flames.</p><p id="271a"><i>I would like to share this poem written by <a href="undefined">Cathylouise</a>, because she too is a woman who refuses to allow the world to extinguish her flames, as she notes consistently in her poem ‘Politely I Declined’.</i></p><div id="9d35" class="lin

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A sorceress of torture

She would frequently resonate with the moon’s ebb and flow In tune with the world, as if she was made of the moon’s glow, She wasn’t, but she was often intoxicated by the moon’s light Convinced she was part moon dust, a lover of the bright night.

She would often ramble on that she was an orphan of the stars She didn’t belong here on earth, instead; she orbits from afar, You’ll hear her tell that she can feel heaven living within her As she wandered through the Milky Way, a scenery she prefers.

Would you listen to her tales, as she sips on her favourite drink A summer mixture of darkness, moonlight, and shooting stars, Or a winter mixture of snow, wild winds, tornadoes and ice As she forlornly turns her gaze back to the home she sacrificed.

She found the need to abandon her demons, as they used her Feeding from her weakness, demanding her strength transfer, She was far more than her weakness, her pain, her heartache Abandoning their demands and the horrors they wish to partake.

She is better without her demons, born to be as she’s been bred A queen of pain and agony, her crown sits lopsided on her head, She is a sorceress of torture, bred to become a woman of war Beware of her love, her embrace can be deadly, a devil’s spore.

She looks ravishing in her uniform, her medals shining on her chest Made up entirely of her scars worn with pride, alight on her breast, Her battles are hard won, stampedes of her sworn enemies ahead She is a catastrophic storm of fear, heartlessness, and icy dread.

She holds tight to her fire-breathing dragon, at one with her beast The blood-drenched battleground as she allows her dragon to feast, She knows she can coexist with her pet fire-breather, she claimed A woman who refuses to allow the world to extinguish her flames.

I would like to share this poem written by Cathylouise, because she too is a woman who refuses to allow the world to extinguish her flames, as she notes consistently in her poem ‘Politely I Declined’.

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