
Bestowed with a quiet endurance,
Armed with a stubborn will to be and to do,
You are fierce even when your heart is up in the flames
All former plans burnt down to ashes,
Did you steal your spirit from the Sun, little Phoenix?
A faithful companion to so many wanderers,
A paradise of comfort amid chaos,
You keep a thousand fears, pains and regrets hidden inside your cloak,
How do you radiate light even on the gloomiest of days, moonchild?
There is a halo gleaming above your head,
The fireflies buzzing with curiosity,
For you speak a language that transcends time,
Singing merry songs to the sky above,
You dance with the rain it sends to you,
Bones of stardust, veins filled with the potential of might rivers,
Stargirl, you’re magic, but better.
Yours truly,
The Ink Warrior.
