Who Is This Beauty?

Who is this beauty I see in the darkness?

She is my reflection but calls me a different name.

My lost eyes hold a desperate call for help,

The moon is my soul

The darkness is my comfort 

I have the rage of a dragon

But am easily frighten like a bunny

I cry out, "Who am I?" 

 

Her pale skin is her white armor 

She stands tall and proud

Dark wispy curls flow in the wind

She is who I want to be.

A white wolf stands next to her 

His dead ruby eyes staring into my soul.

In a confident and wise voice she replies, 

"You are strength." 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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