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Redemption

Contemplating and alone
Softly clad in a cloak of stars,
A man was roaming on his own
Holding a book, thick with scars
His face was hidden beneath a hood
And he could hardly walk another night,
His life was dedicated to the greater good
And all his heart had ever known was light

“I’m not a saint, and yet I try
I’ve always listened to my inner voice,
So many questions, I shall never pry
I can’t deny I’ve had a choice
I shall distinguish between good and bad
And people’s virtues as well as sins,
But it’s so hard when you’re considered mad
Your words mean nothing, then it all begins.”

His gory hands so gently touched
The darkness of the burning ground,
Where flowers, animals and such
Would once exist and were unbound
His lonely spirit, mollifying
People’s anger all the time,
Could no longer qualify
So worn out, not worth a dime

The man looked grimly pale
His shabby fingers - crimson red,
“There’s no salvation down in hell
I must resist and smile instead.”
He looked above and there it was-
Ursa Major in the clear sky,
“How I wish I could fall in love
I would break down and simply cry.”

Interrupted by a flock of cranes
His gaze arrested by the deep blue sea,
His conscious pride, defined by chains
“The omen’s coming, and it shall deceive.”
Some apprehensions down the hill
Irreversibly corrupted in a cloud of vice,
“So ignominious are they to kill
To seek their vengeance at that higher price.”

He was not a wizard but a man
Who cast his spells without pain,
His skills chased blizzards all away
His smile was able to prevent the bane
“I shall certainly come back again
I know I should, or should I leave?
Or otherwise they’ll die in vain,
So many people, can’t watch their grief.”

And so unfolded were his wings
And they were shining in the morning blaze,
His feet ascended in the clear expanse
His smile was peaceful, all in grace
His deed was not accomplished yet
He was only coming from a sacred land,
Although infinity was the time he had
He knew that evil would well expand

The chariot was waiting still
With seven horses made of fire,
“Sent down from heaven, and so I will
I shall fulfill that great desire.”
His starry cloak was no more seen
His old frayed book was put aside,
“I hope they all shall keep it clean”
The sun then took him in its stride.

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