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The Warrior Dream
A Poem By Melissa Jean Charowsky
I dream a dream that pains me so          It makes my fears grow and grow           It wakes me in the deep dark night         I wake up screaming terrified in fright   Sweat streams down my troubled brow   I can't control it I don't know how         I feel the pain of the sword slicing          through                                                 And I felt it again as that sword              withdrew                                               I felt such anguish as the warrior fell     I wanted to scream for her I wanted to   yell                                                        But wait a minute she awakens;shes       alive                                                      In great pain she gets up with a              steadfast will to survive                          Then they tend to her their warrior         maiden fair                                            They sear the great gaping wound          because they care                                   I cry each night when I see her there      For I know her pain and I can't quite     dare                                                       For I am her and she is ME                   I AM the WARRIOR that all can see!
~Maiden Warrior~
        A Poem By Melissa
For it was written for it has been           foretold                                                 A maiden warrior shall rise up mighty   and bold                                                She'll fight for truth, justice, and a         gentleman's trust                                   She keeps it and holds it within her        heart under her lovely bust                     She is strong and charming                   And even at times disarming                  She fights to right every wrong               Her quest is long and arduent                Now she's master and not student          She's the mistress of her domain            It's best not to fight her if you were        sane!     
    ~Let Me Go~
           A POEM BY MELISSA JEAN
You call me honey and baby                Hell you even call me your dear lady   I'm not some fancy jewel to be prized  after                                                   Nor another spoken word to be added  to your chapter                                   Yes, it's sad I know                             That I can't take your love and let it    grow                                                   But what you don't know is that I        have been hurt for so long                   And the only thing my heart knows is  a sad song                                          My sorrows can fill an open space       For they were woven in every fiber of  my lace                                               I'm just a mere shadow that haunts     your door                                            So leave me go ; to live alone forever   more!        
TEMPTATION
           ~A Poem by Melissa~
With lips of honey and a sunset's glow          I want you in more ways than I can show     You're a rich , sly temptation                       Brought forth by God's creation                   With muscles that glisten like the desert         sands                                                         Your beauty shines forth beguiling demands  You're a charming, seductive creature           Built with an angel's chisled feature               I want to touch your delicious skin                And commit my first unvirtous sin                Oh, why do you tourment this virgin so?       I'm starting to lose my control in more ways  than you'll ever know                                  You wicked Adonis of myth and legend.       When will you release me and bring about     my tortuous end?
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