To rule the world
To catch and tame every soul…
Misunderstood, broken, forlorn
He was alone far too long
Age by age seeking for salvation
Mind makes tricks cruel
Playing dark games of imagination
He sinks deeper into his soul
Once so pure
Admired he was
Proud spirit of fire
Fallen to Abhorred
Soul in lust and desire
Master of illusion and shapeshifting
Darer of seductive dreaming
He is bound by his blind believing
Endless years torture him, burning out the heart of him
Driving him mad slowly, desperately devouring that heart within
One heart to find the edge of world
To seek relief for torn soul
He falls into oblivion
To reach the Door of the Night
The lonely prisoner to find
Breaking the walls of pale dawn
To unleash one last hope
He flies high to find the only precious
Through the darkest shadows
Fly higher, fear nothing, you are so close…
Linlin's Poetry 