Fuck anyone,
Who tries to crush my hope.
I’ll fight you bloody,
For what little hope,
I have left.
Might be a trainwreck of a witch,
Better suited to punks,
Or gutters,
Than worldbuilding.
But I haven’t survived this long,
Without a few tricks.
Some stolen power.
A flock of spirits.
Pseudonyms,
All.
I’ll Fight You Bloody.
