I Found It
Another legend,
Another tale to be told,
Another today.
As legend has it,
There once was a fallen angel,
Keeper to the spark.
Time has forgotten...
But the fires of for the south,
Will never forget.
To find what is lost,
You must battle to your death...
But what defines death?
What defines the spark?
Who to say you aren't the spark?
We are all the spark!
I don't understand...
What is that supposed to mean?
How am I the spark?
Too many questions!
Not enough time to answer.
The spark is in you.
It gives you emotion.
It is what keeps you alive.
It is your own heart!
YOU ARE READING
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