He flies on wings
of all that he's lost.
He sighs of things
no matter the cost.
His will should bend
and be blown away.
Instill the end,
upon those astray.
What have we done?
Fate fails to see
the cause of sorrow,
and pales of me;
fearing tomorrow.
"A shame" He say,
"We worry about,
the games we play
with fear of the stout".
What have we done?
Awake again
there left with some hope
to make a friend
to help us both cope.
I love your flaws
Descendant replied
Above the laws
of remnants who lied.
What have we done?
Hello everyone. It's not easy to explain this poem, but it can be done. Overall, it's about love and friendship, and the fears that comes with them. It makes sense to me, in a weird way, but I don't expect my thoughts to transcend into anyone else. If you want insight, let me know, and I'll do my best to try to explain.
