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VersesFaded photographs -
Many faded memories
Neon and pastel
Candy-colored innocence -
The start of childhood
Racing headlong down hillsides,
A song on my tongue
Music grows louder
Bass, treble, black jeans, tall boots -
The prime of my youth
A distant desert
Testing young wings, far from home
An eagle soaring
An eagle broken
Cruel arrows cripple my wings
I yearn for the sky
Some wounds never heal
The pain of that betrayal
Cannot be undone
Still, all is not lost
My wings grow ever stronger
I will soar again
InvictaIt had all gone to hell so quickly, Augustus mused.
Things had been going so well. For a while, it even seemed as if they might win. Cyrene had been hopeful... she'd wanted to raise their children on a free world, free from the overarching influence and crushing arrogance of the Hierarchy... It had been her dream. Their dream.
Perhaps they'd been too hopeful. Or, perhaps, simply unwilling to believe that there had never been any real hope of victory to start with. That there was never any real escape, nor hope for freedom.
Perhaps they'd simply been unwilling to believe that their fighting - for their children, their colony, their very world - was in vain.
And yet, that is all it had come down to in the end. Betrayed in the heat of battle, beaten down, badgered and bartered over, handed over like so much livestock for trade...
They'd seen their supporters summarily executed, their battered bodies stacked alongside the road...
...Young children taken, screami
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