I used to glide across the silken blanket of night
Right when it shroud the Earth,
Until I was cursed to watch the lights from high above,
Those glimmering beacons are a destination for Kings..
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Encased within this prison made of stone and steel,
Cold.. yet it breaths
Like a lifeless womb incubating an ancient evil..
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Before I sleep, a mysterious voice whispered to me,
Telling me that no matter how free I am within my dreams,
I will always wake up here on this ledge above the clouds,
Watching and waiting.
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Sincerely Rob
Escaping to the past with dark visions of the future while stuck in the present
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