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He's caged for good.


Submitted:Aug 16, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


He lies in a cage, forged of flowing lava. He sword has been sheathed for good, welded shut. He smiles at me, knowing he's there in the back of my mind. Why didn't I kill him? Because I'm not a killer. I'll let him die on his own. Soon enough, he won't mean anything. Soon enough, his icy grasp will be nothing more than a breeze that flows along, something you ignore, something you just let go. He's done for. Now to move on.





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