ωounds ɑnd ȿcars ɑnd ᶃolden ɧarps

ωounds ɑnd ȿcars ɑnd ᶃolden ɧarps

skin burned
hope singed
battle defeated
scars acquired
wounds reopened
eyes closed
heart sore
legs weak
swords sheathed
silverlining faded
paradise lost
peace broken

but i hear golden harps playing in the distance... 

The End

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