The year of eight,
Breathed a kaleidoscopic fate;
As a scared little girl
Walked into the city of gates.
The eras of history
walked with her,
And with them she grew;
The caves and forts
were her fairy lands,
And she was their princess anew.
In the year of ten and three,
Her fairy kingdom
went to war;
The evil monsters shattered her realm
There was nothing left to dream for.
The years kept flying through
ten and four, and five, and six;
With her torn heart
and bleeding wounds
that no remedy could fix.
Then came the year of one and eight,
And she saw a spark ignite
from her dead dreams,
The truth was tragic,
but it was not
As melancholy as they made it seem.
Because Somewhere from
the cracked walls
Seeped in hope with the bright sun beams.
The city of gates that raised her
Stared with a teary smile,
Proud of how far she had come;
She smiled back a grateful grin,
Knowing no matter where she goes
This city will always be her home.
the year of two and one was
one of the happiest she had ever been.
No more a princess,
but a warrior queen.
Her kingdom of caves and forts,
Shone brighter than any dreams ever seen.
Now has come the year of two and three.
out of it's nest,
a young bird is about to flee.
She is walking on a new quest,
To chase a wild dream
that she has seen;
Where she embraces the pain and The joy,
And everything in between.
As she looks at infinite
stretch of sky blue,
She doesn't know what future ensues;
But, my dear kingdom of magic and fairies ;
Oh, my dear city of history and eras;
A part of me will always be you.
I will always come back to you.
Anakinraa
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Marmoris
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