Not with a Sword but with her Soul

print echoes power, strength radiating from deceptive rosettes,
and I call to it

lithe muscles ripple under soft fur, a timeless kinesthetic armor,
and I call to it

passion in a cry of fury, a purr of content, a whisper of wonder,
and I call to it

name artificial, labelled by a race concerned only with conquest,
and I call to it

glistening eye reflected in the dark corners of my jungled mind,
and I call to it

warning tooth sharpened on sun-ray, an arrow always carried,
and I call to it

silhouette of intoxicating danger, captain of midnight protectors,
and I call to it

the hour of fear dawns over sleeping innocence,
and my call is answered

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