A Witch's Warrior Song

A Witch's Warrior Song

A Poem by Janna Ruusuvuori
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For all the fems who have ever felt they must have sex with a man because he bought her a drink.

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I am the warrior, I sing and dance
For the battle of life, not romance

Shower me in gifts or call me rose
From me you shall receive only prose

In vain you can try with me to rest
But you will never land a hand on my chest

For I am the warrior that cries in the night
To find the grown men who cower in fright

Give me your gifts, your gold and your time
You will recieve wisdom for dime

The only warmth with me you'll find
Is the fire that burns inside that bind

You'll be bound to the the blackthorn tree
Where you will hang willingly

The horned one comes to love your well
Only then can you break the spell

© 2014 Janna Ruusuvuori


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I will simply say, 'Damn straight.'

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Added on September 26, 2014
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