Some people are ephemeral,
or their will and/or their words.
They don't believe their statements are perennial
but toy with false premises and odds.
Your volatile being moved me like a leaf in the wind,
in a ferocious storm full of anger,
but you couldn't hide your mind
for any longer.
Once you show again your always-changing act,
like a magician putting on a charming show,
I had to run for the facts,
and starting living in the now.
Now I am happy with stability and peace,
being the queen of my own kingdom,
no more fighting to have the Ace
no more helldom.
in your volatile world of war.
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