Hancock Harlot: The Granted Gaze

Captured
Enraptured
Transfixed
The Gaelic Goddess has
Granted her gaze.
I stand in stunned wealth.
Held in arms so gentle
Regarded by a heart so guardedly given
Immensely proud
Her glance is the precious gift
Saved for only a worthy rogue
Her hazel windows are willing
and transparent.
To the depths of her soul.
This Goddess Harlot
Has the heart of a warrior
And scars of every stripe.
She is best in every protection
Her shields, the most well constructed.
The shields of her own
and the shields of her charges.
She is immense in her strength
In her strength is her beauty.
The Hancock Harlot is mine.
Let our gallops begin.


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