With a collar of silk,
Black as shadows,
Eyes shining bright,
Fighting inner battles.
Spikes and studs
Is who I am,
I've danced with death,
And I never ran.
To see you cry,
Is to make me die,
As raindrops fall,
Mixing tears,
I see what is false,
After all these years.
I swear by the silk,
Og this black collar,
To put your life before mine,
As your
Sworn protector.
Zibermonkey Community Member 
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