She's always near in the silence,
My guardian angel, my elder sister,
Wrap me up with wings from violence,
Brings me sacred plazma on Easter.
My defender from viper and basilisk,
Uncrushable shield from snake and lion,
With her by my side I forget 'bout the risk,
On helter-skelter she's someone to rely on.
Her sword slashes down flying arrow,
Dark cursed beings are afraid to enter,
I beg to her, stucking on the shallow,
When fire touch my skin, I feel the fender.
She kiss the forehead, and my way is clear,
Invisible presence foresee whatever appear.
Guardian Rose Sonnet
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2026
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