[Golden Warrior by Jason Branton]

Golden locks of love frame her face
A target to loves lost cause
Old flames candles sit inside their graves
Wishing they were never seen before
Her smile buries them and words are said
Of how they threated their amor.

And we all sit down and witness her tales
On stories of love and asshole’s ways
All but one thrown away from her face
Golden warrior, killer of males
And she sits atop the hill of hearts
Her prince helping her stop past before it starts