A Question of Faith
I look upon your continance and ask you why,
You turn your back and pretend you hear nothing.
What is it that you wish of me?
I cannot be the being that you wish.
I turn and walk away from your perfection,
I now feel a churning in my soul.
Yet if you shant feel my affection,
Then I shall turn away and be a solitary warrior.
I reach back and roar in pain, as I rip away your mark from my body.
Now I watch the blood and feathers as they lie upon the marble.
The pain is exquisite, but it shall heal,
The scar upon my heart will take much longer.
I bow to you, and then I am gone,
I have questioned my faith, and now I am fallen.
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