Fly beauty of air
Cuz my world isn't fair
To have you here
Is too dangerous, be aware
Everyone chases you
To posess you
The Pendragon, the Legend
They will chase you 'til the end.
Gods! It's too late
He cries out, sees his fate
They're preparing swords
Let him pass, without words.
-J.
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The Wildness Of Souls
PoetryFrom love to pain. Some back and forth. My poems contain my soul, my thoughts. Some more, some less. Some are better, some are a simple creation written down in the spur of the moment. Some are more true, more honest than you'll ever know. And some...
