I am the hands that wield my blade,
the ones that guard and the ones that serve.
I am the feet that will not be swayed,
the ones, though scarred, shall hold their nerve.


I am the heart that beats within my chest,
The one that pumps and the one that races.
I am the soul nestled deep under my breast,
The one, though a grump, needs sweet embraces.


I am the body that forever burdens my weight,
that honours my oaths and embodies my will.
I am the emotions that even I may berate,
the ones, even loathed, I will nurture. Never kill.


I am me, I am Venmara, I shall decide what I do,
I am me, so forgive the drama, I shan't be controlled by you.
I decide who I fight, who I will love and who I shall die beside.
so read this plight, all this above... And kiss my giant gray backside.



Penned by my hand on the 12th of Phaestian, in the year 792 AF.