Bite.. the very hand that feeds you
Snarl.. the very emotions that shield you
Howling as the red moon glow
Whimper at the blue sun's flow
Never shall the rock break in
For one shall suffice else you sin
Female canine walks away
While magic staircase sense decay
Leaving marks on crystal sand
Standing firm while cleaner bend
Not a single word regret
Instead pompous front beget
walk away now into light
life alone can shine so bright
knew along not meant to be
from now on i shall be free
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