Lyria
I am Lyria.
Short and small
But much stronger than them all.
For though my bodies weak and petite
My mind is steal
And rather neat.
I can create Palaces
Out of nothing
But bricks of blood and stone
My eyes aren’t sharp
But clever I am
I see through brain and bone.
And yet
I never forget
For all my quirky creative ways
I’ve loneliest
Loneliest of days.
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