Perturbed Aidyn Rios
Desires for freedom swiftly extinguished, No more wishing nor hoping was muttered. Why shan’t my demons concede and relinquish That which renders my windows barred, shuttered? Or would it be best to swing them open? Burn the beasts with light — save me from the dark. Sun, grant me this illustrious token; Damn these demons with your radiant ark!
Now wouldn’t that be grand?
No prayers or offerings have sufficed; You stand atop that falsely bright tower. You’ve bastardized me, turned me to a feist — Sapped me of my valor, vigor, power.
The Sun has set, the stars are numerous. Here I remain, alone, yet surrounded.
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