My Prize
when the thing is unused
special offers are refused
I feel like I'm ghost
who had nothing to boast
i think now I'm lost
in the battle of the hosts
in which i hated most
left alone
turned to stone
i went my lone
to seek for my zone
where i can see my own
and my varied throne
i never wanted to fly
but to soar in the sky
i never wanted to die
but to forget all of those lies
from the dark now i arise
and just play those white dice
have a piece or a slice
of my so called prize..
poem by Ellirie Aviles
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