I've had many faces, many lives
Each time, when it's seemed I've died
I rise again like a phoenix
I've had my dark days
and been shot down
And a new companion
comes and goes like the
ticking of a clock
But I ignore the ticking
in the back of my mind
Because for now, the
Girl Who Waited and the
Centurion who waited
2000 years for her
are flying with me and time
itself.
That's all that counts to me
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading if you did! I personally like this one the best. My alliteration one was random. I did two similes and two metaphors in this one. Can you peeps find all of them? ;) The first one to find all of them can read an excerpt of my novel, The Illusion. Of course, after I show them, you all can see it if you want. Anywho, bye for now!
~Moss
