Gazed upon a fire
A death of loved ones.
Fraught in tears
He mourns their loss.
Time has passed
He gained another family
But their unaware
Of the secrets he holds.
Inside of him
Was an army of inner demons.
Ones born from the trauma
From all those years ago.
Yet, he pressed on.
All he ever wanted
Was to become the best person
He could ever be.
He is The Man with Silver Wings
His silver hair blows through the wind
Waiting for an opportunity to help.
His name? Hikaru Shirogane.
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The Spectrum: A Compilation of Poems
PoesiaSome of the poems I've written over the past two or so years.
