Charles


His eyes, turned dark and gray
He had nothing left to say.
His smile, now a evil grin
as he plotted his last revenge.
Still locked inside,
he was a prisoner of his own pride,
only this time there was nothing left to hide.
Taunted and tortured
longing to be free.
Finally he spread his wings,
forever riding free.

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