by Kyrina Spellweaver
Your goldish skin
Your silver hair
To touch your pouchial treasures
I wouldn't dare
You lend me powers
For little things
And with them I can do little things like
Make magic rings
You're my (demi) god
A master of decay
And your well known symbol
I do display
Your body heat is high
Like a raging fire
Your wonderously cute butt
I do desire
I will forever be your High Priestess
Your number one follower
But as you know
I'm also a borrower
So I give these words to you
To echo through the ages
Fighers may think their better
but I prefer archmages @8:)
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