You had so many things,
so many lives.
You thought that every
mirror keeps a fading light.
You lived too many
years
before your birth.
Sometimes our fate is
like a dog who can’t smell.
When knights and
warriors fought for places
where the sun was cold
and dry.
When your allies
kidnapped one thousand hearts
and filled them with
your cries.
So seal your
compromise, no matter if it’s right,
and ride across the
chilling night.
No one can understand,
why you don’t close your hand.
The world you knew came
to an end.
Along the muddy roads,
through desert fields,
descending into a
haunted land, ready to kill.
You struck your own
believes
and burned them down.
A man who learnt to
wait will gain the right to act.
They called you thief,
you didn’t mind.
It was a time, of
wickedness.
Don’t blame yourself,
don’t blow your mind.
Who knows the truth? A
tale is just a tale.
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