My spirit starts soaring,
and my libido roaring,
from the bliss
of our first kiss,
and they demand more.

I may look plain,
but the dragons I’ve slain
in the depths of my heart
make me stand apart
with the strength I’ve gained.

Kith and kin:
the ones who’re in
when you have no plan,
when the shit hits the fan,
but you still push for the win.

It’s been raining in my heart
ever since we fell apart,
and my ocean swells and sways
as I spend my rainy days
looking for a new start.

Stand and fight
for what is right.
Plant your feet,
swear you’ll defeat
your fears this night.

The storm wall,
charging tall,
the breaking wave,
none can be saved
as the shadows fall.

Because you’re brave
you think you can save
the weary and weak,
but the quest that you seek
will make you a slave.

The king sits alone
upon his throne,
the burden of the crown
weighing him down
like a circlet of stone.

The courtship dance,
enchant, entrance –
put your best foot first,
hide your worst,
and you may have a chance.

The fighter’s skill,
the stoic’s will,
the healer’s grace,
the fallen’s face,
the wanderer’s chill.