A pariah in my way
Banished for his pride and valor
Pale akin the moonlight shadow
Holy once, he lost his path.
Formless darkness drags behind him,
Sword blade rusted in the sheath,
In his eyes there once was fire
But his gaze is turned within.
Graceful once, he still remembers
Feeling wind between his wings.
In his soul the storm still rages,
In his heart the horrors scream.
Wordless I am by his side
Giving in to our exile.
Time will come to burn the skies
And together we will rise.
Rise, brother
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