Datron Falcon

Fire in the city, Smoke clogging sight, I fought to the last for my angel of the night. When fate overcame what I wished was right, I realized I lost her, my angel of the night. Looking to the sky I wodered, "Why me, I've never blundered!" But the mistake I refused to let out at last, I cheated fate, I asked for something to go to fast. Yet when I realized how much of it I wanted to fight, I still lost, lost my angel of the night. I am a renegade, an outcast, just doing what duty asks, nothing more. Nobody mentions the tradegy, I don't live in the past, all my clan was slaughtered, their cries heard nevermore. Over the years, the clans come and go, but none can replace the one I used to know. I would join another clan, if my life permit, but I don't because my enemies would make them submit. A shadow stands on a cliff, watching over the sea, waiting for time to pass, the short of time it be. If he could stop, stop the dreaded entity known as time, he would use all his might and pow'r, sacrifice even the last dime. But nay, the higher beings do not favor, his cause and his fight, for he must dissapear, right out of sight. He must become unknown again, the world unlearining him, struggling for the right of survival, keeping his future from going dim. And he stands watching, knowing what he must do clear, then he walks away slowly, in his eye, a single tear.

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