Trucazzano, Lombardia, Italy – by Enzo Romano
Tag: Keaira Stark
POWER.I have it.
They don’t.
This bothers them.
I got ( s o u l ) but I’m not a ( s o l d i e r )
The bravest hands are the gentle ones;
the strongest hearts are the open ones;
the loudest voices are the quiet ones.Those who choose to be soft, to be vulnerable,
in a world afraid of it’s skin.
Here I stand,
BLEEDING
BRUISED &
BREATHLESS— but still,
standing.
SCREAM a little l o u d e r
———BLEED a little f a s t e r
———FIGHT a little h a r d e r.
( I’m not DONE with you y e t, darling. )
YOU ARE A LIONESS,
AND IT IS FOR LESSER BEASTS TO FEAR YOU.
I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.
I AM THE FIRE
I am burning brighterRoaring like a storm
And I am the one I’ve been waiting for
Screaming like a siren
ALIVE and burning brighter
I AM THE FIRE
Spirit of the Warlock 