Bones of A Martyr

I am a martyr in my innocence,

Executed by a memory sincere.

You knew I would have remained loyal,

To the end we would have gone.

Except I saw more than you ever wished me to see.

So now my spirit hangs forlorn and lost,

Among trees never meant to grow old.

Until one day, when footsteps of truth,

Will break the bonds of your wicked black lies.

-M.E. InkOwl

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2 thoughts on “Bones of A Martyr

    1. Thank you so much! I’m excited to get such positive feedback from this! I wasn’t sure how I felt about it myself. (And now I sound like I’m prattling on.) anything you liked in particular? Any pointers or thoughts you had about this piece?

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