One hundred hearts

Let your heart be brazen,
as a sheep stands in a field,

Grazing next to lions,
no mercy will they yield.


Purity and innocence
protects you from the pride,

A golden aura only lets
a chosen one inside.


Be not hardened by resolve
to quiet distant thunder,

For storms will scar a mighty swath
before they fall asunder.


You possess one hundred hearts;
a soul from ancient days,

Few who gain so much regard
extol such love and praise.