They say pride comes before the fall
But what a glorious thing it is
To fall fighting for your truth
Even crashing down on Hell
Wings torn and body broken
Blood and pain cannot hide
The golden soul buried inside
Beware of the gilded masks
In this masquerade of times
For they are fiercer than Wrath
And their outrage a just one
Trapped in the Labyrinth
Forgive is something they won't
For they remember the sins
Of those holy lights above
Casted out of their home
Tarnished, trashed, and terrified
They have carved their kingdom here
Waiting for their time to come
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Masquerade at the Edge of Dreams
Poetry"Masquerade at the Edge of Dreams" welcomes you to the Dreamscape, one of the most wonderful and dangerous planes in all the Omniverse. Written in the form of verses ─for poetry is the only way to make sense of dreams ─ this book introduces the den...
