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...