Untitled Poem #9
Summary: Unpublished poem
Date: Day/Month/Year
Related: None
Lorelei 

IC Date — Location


My soul starves, again. Waiting to return
To feel truely free, to be truely free.
These foes, we have made legends.
These Legends, we have made Gods.
Metal can be torn down
Cities can burn.
But though it all, we cry for the injustice
that we created our own demise.

Unless otherwise stated, the content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License