

the wounded flightin the far corners of this world where the darkness falls as a curtain covered in dust, cobwebs as a veil strings in tangles, chained as well just a worthless pawn on this stage easy to exploit and swift to cast awaythe wounded flight
i am your puppet to control
and when you finished leave me isolated and alone i am the host for the leech i am the prey on which you feed how can you see me? when you look right past me
burnt out is the passion that has died the ashes of the soul inside drown the wounded bird the will to fly the shackles that have
pegasus
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Long live the Black Phoenix of Azarath!
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"It may hurt, but at least I have... you."
~Dove, written May 10, 2008.
{My OC, quote from the current story, a part that has yet to be posted...}
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