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The go in large circles, faster and lower they fly. Scratching, tearing, ripping, Why won't they die?
Can't they leave That poor boy alone? He never did anything wrong. His evil, never shone.
They dive again, and again, Ripping away at his skin. He's going deeper now, Taking shelter within.
He wants to fight, To cease their plight, To make it through at least One more freezing night.
His body bleeds, His small voice pleads, In the darkness, all alone, No one comes at his heed.
He's all on his own, Facing an enemy, relentless, His courage finally shone, Though indisputably pointless.
He's not good enough, Nowhere near as strong, To scare these murderous birds, Away from their frightful throng.
He's dying now, Seeing that light, His body's torn, His skin, naught but blight.
A tortured soul, Never at rest, Touches this world, At his behest.
His hands come up, One more attempt, A life he knows he lost, The Phoenix's Lament.
Sorry, I was kinda... Mad...
Lament: la·ment –verb (used with object) 1. to feel or express sorrow or regret for: to lament his absence. 2. to mourn for or over. –verb (used without object) 3. to feel, show, or express grief, sorrow, or regret. 4. to mourn deeply. –noun 5. an expression of grief or sorrow. 6. a formal expression of sorrow or mourning, esp. in verse or song; an elegy or dirge.
Saevam mortem · Sat Jul 21, 2007 @ 08:46pm · 2 Comments |
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