monitorscreen
Nov 19, 2009 23:31
The Rear Guard
There lived a dream between us
But it died along the way
It died when you're no longer Icarus
It died when you leave the fray
So go, I'll fight until the gates are closed
Go, walk away and don't regret
Your dream will flourish in another land
Where you'll fly, and with the wind ascend
... It is my honour to guard your end.
l: metaphor story,
w: random,
fic: original