Temperance
She was a perfectionist
All is clean and tidy
She’s worked hard to cleanse her soul
Crying impurities into her lovers bowl
She tempers her temperament
Falling between cracks of spirits cement
Finding a purpose, although she never had one
Divinely guided, dark magic she will shun
Patience is key in this lonely place
One day hoping not to chase
She is now the runner
But there’s nothing spiteful chasing her
Only divine freedom and sunlight
She puts down her sword, no longer in the fight
All is clean and tidy
She’s worked hard to cleanse her soul
Crying impurities into her lovers bowl
She tempers her temperament
Falling between cracks of spirits cement
Finding a purpose, although she never had one
Divinely guided, dark magic she will shun
Patience is key in this lonely place
One day hoping not to chase
She is now the runner
But there’s nothing spiteful chasing her
Only divine freedom and sunlight
She puts down her sword, no longer in the fight
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