A/N: I'm on a roll, apparently. Another short little piece. This time, it's an actual poem. :) Inspired by Maya Angelou's words: "A caged bird stands on the grave of dreams…"
Kilgharrah's Story
Called.
Confusion, pain, trapped, gone.
Lost.
Darkness, quiet, still, nothing.
Lonely.
Waiting, broken, dreaming, nothing.
Hope.
A being, a man, a feeling, a power.
He comes, he frees, and he saves.
Flying.
Air, wind, freedom, life.
Kill.
Anger, rage, pain, revenge.
Time.
Called, forgotten, alone, free.
Birth.
A life, a story, and a reason to live.
A/N: Short and sweet... I hope. If you don't understand, sorry. It makes sense to me. And if I explain it, then it takes away the mystery of writing...
