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I own nothing,

but a rhyme or two.

I don't earn money,

I write for myself

and, dear reader,

You.

No one's Words could persuade
The people of my true loyalty,
Here I am now, in the hell my past made,
Again being my own, bitter me.

Who does wrong, pays.
My head hurts, my body's weak. I've been on the run for days,
Without food, without any sleep.

Marks from the past cannot be removed,
The past cannot be forgotten,
But I can hide the clues.
This time it is myself I have to defend.

The once crowded streets now appear empty,
The shops are gone, glass shattered.
At least everything is peaceful, as in my dreams,
Where I always end up dead.

I survived my masters,
I survived the war
And unbelievable disasters,
Sure I can take even more.

Instead of a hero I'm proclaimed a criminal.
My deeds were not remembered.
In the May there was the Dark Lord's fall,
And I'm still running, though it is now December.

Winters were always welcome,
But not anymore.
I would prefere the Sun,
Now that I have lost my walls.

The castle is no longer safe for me,
The Prison guards are searching it every day.
I wish my wounds had time to heal,
Wounded like this, I'm an easy prey.

My neck is still in pain,
Traces of fangs visible.
How long will I stay sane,
With body numb, feeble?

I've been lost and found again,
I've been guilty and redeemed,
I've been loyal to the very end.
And yet, I've been evil and mean.

Still, do I deserve to rot behind the bars
With creatures eating away my soul?
I have too many painful scars
To damage myself even more.

With a quick glance I see no danger.
If someone will see my figure,
They'll think I'm a stranger.
Something I can endure.

One day I will have my freedom
And quiet place that will be mine;
It will be called home.
Soon I will never need to tell another lie.

Never will the shackles touch my wrists.
Never will I loose my pride
And sink into the abyss.
For now, I'll continue to run and hide.

I'm alone, freezing and starving,
But I'm still here, very much alive.
I'm still powerful and can fly without any wings.
It's not yet my time to die.