Ferce then the fire burning brighter than the sun. Rich beyond the diamonds gifted to the earth. Your an ecstasy stolen by the world. A rebel soul walking head up the stairs of glory.
Head high, staright, firm, crown never tilting. Valiant lion rising from the ashes of the fire. Slaying enermies with the heat of a thousand fires. A Prince i call my little brother, The Rebel.
Tish Drane
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