
born out of love
guarded by angels
evil can do him no harm
he's the wizard, the knight, the prince.
swirling they come
flying on black wings
flying on black wings
sons of evil,
burning all that stands in their path.
but his armour they cannot break
no chinks here, they hit, they burn
and fizzle out; nothing to take.
with each hit
he gets stronger,
ever growing into the man
that he is destined to be.
"dare me no more" he screams
"leave now or face my wrath
there is nothing for you here
you can't win,
for this is the abode of love".
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Note: This past week hasn't been too good.. the poem comes from there. Dad burnt his hand, ive not been keeping too well and mom's not well either.. sigh. My granny says its the evil eye of some 'bad' people. But, as i had written once before "you can't see me".. hence, the evil eye can't do much, cos we shall overcome.
incase u can't read whats in the strip, here goes..





