She had used her lusus - Dragon Mom, as she was called - to help her with her blindness, to push that away.
And to which the lusus had helped, pushing that obstacle away.
And to which an eager teal blooded troll had been driven with her prophecies.
An eager seer awaited to judge those who were needed with her new ability.
Readied with a cane, her strife specibus.
The one who wound be met with her wrathful justice would be her supposed friend:
The manipulative cobalt blood with a thing for luck.
Red was the only thing the teal blood could see, after all.
And she liked red.
This filled her with a bit of more insanity as she neared closer to where her 'friend' was,
And to which, she had won once she paid back with her sense of justice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine start with a nice poem, Abigayle. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks