Description
Content and happiness best describe her
Optimistic, joyful, and intelligent was she
Full of spirit, passion, and adventure
No one could tell her who she could or could not be
Blissful she was, but don’t be so fooled
A girl like her is not without heed
For the cries that come from her cousin’s mewl
Bring a world of torture awaiting for thee.
Thorns and spikes await her command
Impaling flesh and bone of foes
A dangerous world, red in high demand
Mutate defenses to soothe her woes
Gleeful joy is all she knows
She wants not but love for all
Let her play and brambles grow
Lest you be the next to fall