Wanderer of Time

[04.19.00] » by Aquila

Behind Crimson eyes against a snowy jacket,<BR>

A knowing mind; She was beget,<BR>

of man and beast, spirit and flesh,<BR>

But her heritage did not mesh.<BR>

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Sacrificed for the greater good,<BR>

Punished throughout her childhood;<BR>

For her, man would not shed a tear,<BR>

for inside her was what he did fear.<BR>

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Voyaging for rest like the flighty dove,<BR>

Seeking nothing but this thing called love;<BR>

Fettered to a legacy of passive crime,<BR>

Living life a wanderer of time.</HTML>