Mirage I breathe in the comfort of lush green meadows— a soothing balm to my aching resolve, with the mirth of people around reflected on the lake’s mirror. A hero on a pedestal set by hailed conquerors, the very subject of both legend and song. It was all I had stood for— and will continue to honor until my reign’s end. As I come face to face with the crystalline surface, there did I truly see a mortal with no power— yet serves as a pillar of ageless strength. Chasing the highs of my youth is my long-kept dream— for in that realm I have the means to surpass all that is known.
Beauty is an empty ornament. Kindness a mere facade. I shake these thoughts off— the glaring manifestation of this world’s laws. The malevolent god who goads me into submission; injecting my spirit with bitter venom. The harsh light of divine judgment impose a stark reminder of what I once was. A transient soul flitting about; thrust into uncharted waters— made to fulfill a purpose greater than myself.
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WRITTEN BY KAILAH MAY PACENO VISUAL BY ANDREA KIRSTIN D. RAMIREZ
