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In his time of need I could not help him, all I could do was write a poem.
Silly little me. I hope he reads this one entry. His happiness is paramount to my own...though not as paramount as my love's is!!!
An ode to the broken
To stand in the shadows of despair,
Is to stand in the wake of Death.
So spread those pearlescent wings,
And take flight. Fly from this world,
Fly to the next. Stand tall.
Stand proud. You Griffin of purity.
Let the light of confidence rain down on you.
Speak the words of judgement and be their reaper;
Take the lives of those who harmed the soul of your love.
Take their spirits to the netherworld.
Let their fear sustain you, you fierce Dragon.
 Annal Combustion · Wed Jun 20, 2007 @ 01:39am · 1 Comments |
