Another challenge, another day.
These battles are getting kind of bland.
This wasn't like what I though it would be.
But until we meet again,
I'll always be waiting for you.
My life is uneven,
My soul is a puppet,
Controlled by someone else.
I'm a mere ornament
Decorating this throne.
Shining brighter every second,
Yet still useless in everyway.
My heart is trapped by a million chains,
Getting tighter every second.
My throne is my cage,
The bars only showing my next challenge.
But a smile began to appear,
When I saw her golden hair.
Shining like the sun,
Brighter than the stars,
Melting the chains.
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