Poem -
Faded Roses
By Magic Bellmore, Queen of Chaos
Faded roses in the middle of the night,
Rising teardrops in the dawn of the light,
Can you hear the rushing stream,
Its echo rebounds all through my dream,
A daring soul born through fight,
It grows it wings and takes off shrouded in white,
An angel reflects the horrors of past,
But the time for running is gone in a blast,
Among the sacred willow branches,
I knew I would find this light,
There sitting in a whispering bough,
Is the angel born of night.
Lightning born in the shadows of a storm,
The magic fading in the weak light of mornβ,
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