Saturday, 6 September 2014

A Guardian

They have named me the shame. They have titled me with vain. They loved to loath me the main. My people did not know.  For I were the watcher. The protector. The holder. They can smile for I took all the blame. They can laugh for I took all the flame. I shall take all my light and shine it on them for a guardian's job never in vain.

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