My dearest friend
the harsh times have arisen
no need to pretend
and say you are fine
I know deep down
you scream and cry
but no longer need you fear
as your guardian
I will always be right here
My precious friend
I know of the fiends
who's number never seems to end
they plague our hearts
and kill us from within
however don't you fret
any who come for you
shall quickly regret
by my title as your guardian
I condemn them all to death
Numerous they might be
but I shall prevail
and protect you eternally
though they may tear my flesh away
so too must they fade
I promise to you
even though things ended this way
my destruction won't be all in vain
I will protect you
that was a promise that even in my death
I will never break
I am your guardian
and I shall keep you safe














Comments
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I see the moon...
the moon see's me...
the moon see's thou...
who i wish to see...
A very poetic approach to it.
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"...but I believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul."
-Mark Z. Danielewski
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I see the moon...
the moon see's me...
the moon see's thou...
who i wish to see...
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"Advanced". . .
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I see the moon...
the moon see's me...
the moon see's thou...
who i wish to see...
What's better? Being the guardian or being the guarded?
Loved this work.
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~May the name of our mutual Muse be called "Love", for our future works and future lives, even though she does make us do all the work, by experiences or simple thought, and it will all be worth it in the end.
Sun out, eyes mourn, moon out, love born~
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Most good things in life are never simple ....
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I see the moon...
the moon see's me...
the moon see's thou...
who i wish to see...
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