Dream on, starchild.

By Iron Blood Orphan

Fleeing through the night that grasps your coat

Running, tripping as you go

Spectres of black pricking your fingertips

I'll pull you through the shadows

Iron at my side and steel in our hearts

I stand strong through this winter gaze

We will pursue the lights that none else see

Ice blue and life green

You've seen what I am and know what we'll do

Thousands of creatures below

Skeletal horrors that know no kinship

Look not child, for they only know anger

Your pride is our salvation

Knowing full well the hell that consumes our past

We will forge a better future

With you at my side

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Published on Tuesday, December 20, 2016. Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

This is just a rough draft I thought up on the fly. I hope you enjoy.

Comments on "Dream on, starchild."

On Friday, February 3, 2017, Dilated View (582) wrote:

Interesting read. Part of me wondered if this soul was its own entity or a realization of destiny. The past is so easily forgotten. Often easily re-written. This felt like part one of something potentially epic. Write on :)
On Tuesday, December 20, 2016, 10 Forty Three (543) wrote:

Very interesting read. I'm not sure if I interpreted right but I really like the story you told here. Welcome to DP! - 10:43
On Tuesday, December 20, 2016, Iron Blood Orphan (10) wrote:

Thank you. It's mostly just the feeling of desiring escape. Running away from home or a life that doesn't afford you humanity. Sometimes people just want to leave it all behind and pursue their dreams. They may be afraid to go without the proper support. Sometimes even just a long walk and a new plan means the world to someone.