Guardian IIA Poem by Laura Sparkle
It's a thankless job...
No one believes a thing, And yet no one sees How real this whole thing is. My wings are cut and broken, My skin is black and blue... My spirit is forgotten, I fought the fight for you. My loyalty was at your feet, And at my side was no one. I summoned Death in front of me, I summoned Michael at your side... I called my guardians and guides I summoned armies of knights I stayed and fought in all the fights, I would have died for you. My energy is negative, My thoughts have dust on them, I seem to be the blackest hole, And all I have, I give to you So you may heal and grow, So you may think and act, So you may live again. My job is dull, painful and thankless, The danger's imminent... I put aside all others, I put aside all else... I pushed all else away... I know you want to hide... Everything will be kept at bay... Your guardian is at your side.
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Added on April 30, 2010 Last Updated on April 30, 2010 AuthorLaura SparkleAnywhere, CAAboutHello. All you ever need to know about me can easily be obtained by asking. So knock yourself and satisfy your curiosity. :) more..Writing
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