"Legend"
Piecing the persona of mythical creation,
Too good and pure to be real,
Mortal secrets behind the eyes,
Topaz glass distracting from the tears,
Breaking slowly stabbing awake,
Crushing life into the exhaustion of fabricated reality,
Dragging down with disenchant and melancholy,
Intense apprehension of realized dreams,
Toying with the insecurity lined around the heart,
Faking the want of worldly aspirations,
Desiring only the peace and quiet,
Of the grand exit all alone,
Swirling through the void,
Commencing with time,
Floating up to meet her angels,
Trapped in the eyes of obscurity,
She descents to the earth,
Gathering the magic needed,
To give birth to her legend
©2008 Pisces Halcyon
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