Poem from Damsel the Hero

Her mighty skin is basked in wisdom,

bones soaked in wondrous prestige.

She’s like the essence of love:

delicate like a fresh patch of snow

and strong like an arctic fox

whose pale fur is winter-kissed,

a mess of snow and light.

She swiftly glides through the night,

tail swaying in the wind,

her piercing eyes ready for the hunt.

Oh, how to find a love so hidden?

She glides through the day,

her gait risen like reborn plants.

She is a Dahlia flower in and out.

Her petals curve upwards and out,

open to the world all around.

They reach for the sun; these

friendly sun-kissed buds,

bathed in wondrous warm colors,

reach towards the sky because

she knows she is worth more

than the ground below her.