Teresa

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Teresa

Steel chains crush in ash as the golden ring winging on her

An acute observer, she is

Compassionate ability, she has

Gaming her life, she does

In the forest, she lives

A novice with kindness

She guards before the bricked house

when the moon hanging among the distant stars

She scouts across the territory

when the sun mounting the highest throne

A patriot with uprightness

Her bro and sis’ are lined up before the slaughter table

To save all of them would be a riotous gamble

But don’t worry though the butcher will be accountable

For all the wrong deeds he’d done

That the judgment day will come

And surely, an orphan with toughness