i set up a world
where im the queen in my palace
i made a sharp sword
to stand on my own place
to build my walls
i must have to sacrifice things
when the demon calls
i'll set up my feathered wings
go on destroy me
shake my ground and i'll stand still
in this battle i barely see
standing here and wait until
my senses are my allies
my heart,the protected temple
used them as my own eyes
they are by all means coincidental
protecting my temple
away from unsolicited fondness
as my way not to tremble
and fell into lusty darkness
i am no fool
as you can see and notice
life as my main tool
beware of experienced,beware of poetess