Ruse of magic, Sick of watching stars fall,
I will dream, doomed be the frights of gods.
Ordeal of survival, struck in senses of distraught,
A life strays, a nest forever will be sought.
Trickles a drip, leaves a vein,
Viscous it’s fall…a drop lost to a gunshot.
Warm feels the wile of mutiny,
A plot to rue me of a devious past.
Another tale of a beautiful bloodbath,
A memory left of it scathed.
Unfazed, I stood amongst a ruin tall..
I still love the way you are..i am overheard in my fall.
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