.......I am alive.
....but only for a while......
because your light gives me hope....
I was lost in the dark.....
Wandering along the very edge of Death...
Upon the edge of blade,
A droplet of my weakening light feel upon its shadow-spawned surface...
Was it right for me to feel the call....
The call of the angels' song....the call of my fantasies...my former life...
Fluttering before me my golden butterflies awakened...
The life that was hidden away...
In the abyss of my soul...
My wings... such fragility and such tragedy...
Once again was whole...
I opened my eyes...
And lifted my head to the shower of light...
Its rivulets encricled me...
Purging its exuberant strength into my soul...
Tying up the fragile bonds that bound my esscence...
Once again the magus shall rise....













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He said that to be an artist you must "study, Observe and train, train, train---" And maybe one day you'll be able to do a perfect circumference!
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He said that to be an artist you must "study, Observe and train, train, train---" And maybe one day you'll be able to do a perfect circumference!
But the way it ends is so glorious in the way it is described.
I can only hope to end up writing poetry as beautiful as this.
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