Guardian of Mortals

Soaring all through the night sky

Feeling the rush of the wind all around me

Feeling the wind blowing through the feathers of my wings

My wings are tattered from the many wars I have battled

Some lost, some won

I soar through the night sky, looking down at the city

Remembering all the heart breaks that I have seen 

Thinking of all the challenges that I have seen life bring, but knowing that they only make me stronger

Some see me as beautiful

Some see me a dangerous

Still others see me as nothing

Not all can see me 

Not all understand who I am 

Only a select few can see and understand that I am a Guardian of The Mortals

While I am Immortal 

 

 

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