mirrors eye
Behold my proud and wounded soul;
For I have chosen my one dream as the only weapon to face luck and chance.
Fate has summoned despair and ruin to be my godfathers in this wrecked shrine…
With a breathless roar I salute you before the end of this night,
And the cold light of the day mourning shall reveal a fallen hero or a rising star.
This… is my last stand.
Made by:
Edgar Fabian Gil Amado
The sight behind the dark
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