He is a golden color of a butterfly
Going in circles with the little bird,
He is always with her
Like a little phantom that can
Only be sensed
Without any touch...
The little bird in the cage pushes HIM away,
He is like a crocodile that forces Her
To not to leave HIM.
He's always sneaky like a serpent
That can only spread his poison...
The little bird in the cage has her own GUARD,
He has his own swords, but he is just a piece of
A dark blade that can never achieve
To get into my invincible zone...
TO BE CONTINUED!
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