I stand lost, in the midst of myths,
alone, yet strong
with courage, for love, I recklessly ferret,
to disprove me of a spirit.
to think, I have evolved an ogre,
well, I am strengthened
though my pleads turn deaf to ears,
I bleed the venom outta the spear.
I am internally cracked to tachyon's,
a mere vibration it is!
to defeat the Banshee, I had been born,
a devil of the dawn!
I struggle to portray, calm, visibly
I wonder when
I had lost the true me
to my deadliest enemy.
I live to love, forever,
myself, I insist.
I advance, to be my own saviour,
from a merciless murderer.

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