Author's note: I guess some people might think of this as Rinoa bashing, I just think of it as really bad poetry. Hey, it's one o'clock in the morning, I've had about five hours of sleep all week, and I'm living off Oreos, tea, and rum flavored lifesavers, what can you expect? This just popped into my head, so I wrote it. So now, presenting......
The Lion and the Angel
A lion and an angel
Two very different things
The lion has his teeth and claws
The angel has her wings
The lion hide his feelings
It's as if he wears a mask
The angel tells just what she feels
Even if no one asks
The lion, he's a fighter
So brave, so fierce, so fine
The angel, she's a wimp
And all she ever does is whine
But the angel has the lion
Somehow trapped under her spell
She claims to be from heaven
But she's making his life hell
So I will free the Lion
From the "Angel's" evil charms
And he'll come back to his senses
And bite off both her arms
The lion kills the Angel
With skill and with finesse
So now I can have the lion
And be his lioness