Post by fireflyblessing on Oct 12, 2012 11:28:55 GMT -5
Please my darlings do not stare,
I am desire, a lowly mare,
Without a herd at age 5,
I roam the world for meaning in life.
I'm from a farm, born and raised,
Nam'd Lady Desire, given fame,
But at 3, I ran away,
Looking for a place to stay.
Arabian, tall about 15 hands high,
I tell my tale before the nigh'
Of Running, fighting, winning and straying,
Stumble upon Efre, Here, I am staying.
So hear my name, strong and proud,
Worship me as I must be found,
My fame, my beauty, the dazzling sin,
For I am the desire, that burns within.
I am desire, a lowly mare,
Without a herd at age 5,
I roam the world for meaning in life.
I'm from a farm, born and raised,
Nam'd Lady Desire, given fame,
But at 3, I ran away,
Looking for a place to stay.
Arabian, tall about 15 hands high,
I tell my tale before the nigh'
Of Running, fighting, winning and straying,
Stumble upon Efre, Here, I am staying.
So hear my name, strong and proud,
Worship me as I must be found,
My fame, my beauty, the dazzling sin,
For I am the desire, that burns within.
