A spirit born into this world,
his life not supposed to be.
His only hope was to grow old,
it was his destiny.
Yet evil came,
tainted his soul,
for; he was innocent and free.
The maelstrom of madness,
stretched out its hand,
as far as his eyes could see.
Then one day he saw the light,
move through the blackened sky.
He ran to it,
held it tight,
it never really died.
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