The bastard bull saw through her lies, he knew the orphaned boy was a disguise.
The bastard bull had heard her howl, he knew the wrongs that made her prowl.
The bastard bull had felt her pain, he knew she had her list of names.
The bastard bull heard what she said, before he was stolen by the woman in red.
The bastard bull felt love and pride, for the little girl and the wolf inside.
Authors note:
Thank y'all for the positive feedback on the other shit I wrote it was rlly sweet. I feel like not enough ppl write poetry y'know? So here's a quick lil Gendarya poem bc they deserve better god dammit