Bound

The chains weighed me down, binding me to the Earth, not allowing me to fly. My wings clipped, my voice muted, and my song gone; my spirit broken. He, all the while, prolonged my pain saying he did it out of love, then left taking to the skies. I tried to scream, ask for help, but not a word came out in my fear; not a word was spoken.

A fire steadily grew in my heart, strengthening my resolve and my will to fight. I managed to regain my voice and found my battle hymn anew. The chains shattered, and I went readily to battle cloaked in light. I defeated his darkness, found my freedom, and finally was at peace after all I had been through.  

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