Boldly Go Thy Hallowed Soul

Called forth prefere
to stay safe
hear t'is not as
so thought dear

Claws sharpened
razor edge
teeth I wish not
but are as well

Passive so I
rather would
My flesh
My blood
has she so
it to be

Lightning cast forth
heat no problem to

by Uloia Norris Moore

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The First Shrike - I like the personality of your soul, which lightning cast forth, full of your blood. See if you like my, 'If I Should Lose My Soul, ' and see if you agree. Best wishes - Cheryl