The Taming Of The Rebel (Part 1) Poem by Not Long Left

The rebel with all his internal fires
raging, finnally succumbed to she.
She who had battled through the
hurricane of youth, arriving a little
too soon, and a little to wise.
Doused his flame with strong love,
brewed inside her. When the rebels
mind drifted down roads of short
term release, she treked him down
bruised his reality with grief.
After the act of love, when he had
sailed into sleep, she entered his
dreams, chased the demons and
bathed his head till even in sleep
he found no escape.