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The Chain: Part 3 Of 3

Sorry its been so long since the second part. I had it written but forgot to post it. Hope you like it!


My Wings of Soaring

The rust of ages past and gone,
Through fire, rage, and pain be gone.
The epic tail of tantric ice,
We set the stage of men and mice.

With falling wings the chain is gone,
It turns to be that I the pawn,
When last the metal of slavery falls,
I hear the voice of the winds they call.

Upon the heights of mountain tops,
Above the clouds were mortals stop,
They climb as high as they can see,
But cannot reach above the trees.

The fallen break of mental chains,
Around my heart struggle not in vain,
The mind is free of all its vice,
Amongst the legends there voices ice.

In time of harm they call the name,
The acts of monsters they cannot tame,
Within their souls the evil boils,
Against their hearts and minds they toil.

But on the wings of eagles fly,
For everyone one would wish to try,
My heart flys free above the rest,
The strengthening, the final test.

From whence came trouble and pain so bad,
I once felt lost infinitely sad,
But my heart sours on wings of gold,
Forever now, my heart to hold.

Part Chain The

That is beautiful Konquerez. I am happy to know that you would share this with us. I am guessing from your statement that you have others within the boards that I will definitely make it a point to read also.