life is a story to tell and a picture to paint for others to see
this poem is to express the life story of me
as a little girl I laughed with such folly and saw only the good in everything
I used to dream and believe in endless possibilities these things made me sing
then when I lost those childish things to realize the other side of life
the side that made me who I am the side of shadows misery pain and strife
The sun and moon were taken and the light of the stars only emphasized the empty darkness of my making
and I found that the risks I took in my joyous folly weren't worth taking
as the light came back little by little I hid from it because everything that accepts light
obtains the very inescapable potential give way to the darkness and shadow of night
as time passed I let myself enjoy others folly and foolish dreams they cherish as I once had
and now I protect others light as much as I can and try to keep them away from anything bad
my nick name Warrior Rose explain much of this story for as warrior knows much pain and suffering that comes from the fight
and a rose of the fairest beauty the one that is painted blood red and exalts the heavens blossoms in the dead of the darkest night
and a rose with such beauty and pain learns it's thorns to wield
much like that of a warrior uses her sword and shield
the warrior fights through the pain survives all to fight for the joy and peace of others until they die
and that my friends is the perfect discription of the story of me myself and I

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