In the midst of solitude, she rose,

Like the phoenix from the burning ashes,

Calling for the goddess’s grace,

To grant her forgotten wishes.

She doesn’t seek to be the greatest,

Only to be the light in dreary nights,

Her agape love is always in sight,

Watching each moment of her knight.

She is the keeper and the guardian,

Yet, she chose to be a maiden,

Bound to no one.

Written some years ago (circa 2014-2015)|Published 2025.

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