Vulpine Imperium

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By Striffa Q. Lumosia
Sometimes I Cry,
But my woes go unheard.
The Voice of an Outcast
Takes wing as a Bird,
Not to fall upon hearts,
But to mournfully soar.
Until my Voice can cry out no more.
So fall upon nothing
but hearts set in stone
and burn like the fire
that smouldered my soul.
Let this be my solace
to finally die
"Remember me Outcast! Bird trying to fly!"
Fade to be remembered
As Outcast, Bird lost from the sky...