Hey people! Yeah, I reloaded it in poem form! Now it looks like it was supposed to in the beginning. It's from Murtagh's POV, so tell me what you think!! Thank you to all the people who already reviewed. I LOVE U ALL!!!
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Murky brown waters
Streaming slowly down the river's edge
While unfortunate prey scream as hope fades away
Shadows lengthen creating dark, cloaked figures
Who seem to be the very embodiment of Death
That is the torture I live in
But someday hope to escape
For my very life has no meaning
Except to serve the one I hate
His deadly gaze haunts every moment
Of what life I do live
And the tasks he bestows on me
Are worthy of the Devil, in all his evil glory
Yet I do what he bids me to do
Because I am his puppet, his prey
And every waking second of my wretched life
I fear him who is worse than Death itself
I am being torn apart from the inside
He who controls my thoughts does not have power over my aching heart
For I still have a human heart
That bleeds in its sorrow for the sins I've unwillingly committed
The fire that is my conscience burns hot in the depths of my soul
And one day, it might burn through the bonds that hold me
So that I may fulfill certain destiny
To kill my enemy as he has killed my own ailing heart a thousand times
To me, that is what keeps me alive
Despite the indelible horrors I have committed
I have hope for my uncertain future
Be what it may, it shall be better than this vile lie of a life
Maybe, death will provide solace
For such a withered heart and soul as mine
But, I think time will heal even the gravest of wounds
And time, I have plenty of.