A poem dedicated to Warriors.
A frozen lake,
A burning quake,
A Twoleg stake,
It makes you shake.
A shadowed foe,
A broken soul,
The grieving woe,
It should be told.
A fiery heart,
Straight from the start,
Her meow was tart,
But he aimed his dart.
He aimed well,
As you can tell,
She never fell,
nor did see hell.
Gray and bright,
His love wasn't right,
But it was tight,
They sat by grand moonlight.
So, as you see,
Life can be
High in a tree,
Or low in debri.
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