Even with its brightest moments
nothing lasts forever.
Like the kindness of gents
or the vibrant pigment blooming from the life of a flower.
With every step I put in front,
I step away with loss.
Stuck in grief and being shunt
With all these harsh blows in my mind constantly spreading across
Forced face to face, I still stood straight
With armor, shields, and swords.
One versus many, here's my fate;
lying in its wait, no matter what I'm reaching towards.
This worry summons quaked sorrow;
hopes to no longer frown.
I pray for a better morrow
with no rivers of tears with the current dragging me down.
Suddenly bruised, broken, battered;
awoken, reinforced.
Seeing small bits of me scattered,
all I could think was this is where my memory lay enforced.
I've suddenly become reborn,
opposing of my past.
After losing my wings for horns,
all eyes realized her innocence spoken would no longer last.
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