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[title] => Calisto: Prisoned Angel - Part 1
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[bodytext] => My back is facing the dark prison wall, Those onyx wings of mine, So burnt & charred, like firewood They no longer flutter so freely, As my wings have been tied together It has been days since they’ve let me out, And even then, The silver moon has set behind the colossal mountains Sigh, I miss the moon, I ache for it’s courtly light to bless my drained skin I don’t know who they are, The filthy men that had captured me So I sit here, with magic binding cuffs I certainly didn’t think there were smart enough To bind my magic in these metal traps My once white dress, Had turned a hideous brown, It’s obscured with dirt and musty grime Rips & tears scatter all around, From being lashed by a leather whip I’m imprisoned, For I know the reason It’s perhaps my rank in society Oh, but it finally dawned on me The blood of royalty is burdened on me My parents are the King & Queen of Frieveth, Land of the Magic Folk, Where true magic dwells through the free air In Frieveth, we are royalty by marriage Thankfully, my parents didn’t give in to the demand of my captors The door of the prison unexpectedly opened A shadow-clad body stepped inside, His head slowly, & disturbingly turned He flashed a horrible smile, With his chalk white teeth [comments] => 1 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Crimson_Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 17 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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