Sunday, April 17, 2011

Point (of no) Return

A hall adorned with trophies great,
It is this night I make my final escape

Through chains that bind my legs to stone
From nails removed, leaving a trail of blood

It is late, and the captors are asleep or drunk,
It is this night I shall revoke the status I now keep
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