Sanders Sides Oneshots

Wings (No Ship)

TW: Mentions of death and some depression.

Deep in the labyrinth of marble headstones, there is a tall statue high above the crowd, head tilted towards the sky. It depicts a young boy, only a teenager. The gray stone gives his face a lifeless, blank look, though there was so much more to him. And here, he stands stone cold, wings spread, as if he's ready to fly into the sky, and beyond. Perhaps he already has.

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Not so long ago, he was just a broken boy,

One who rarely experienced joy.

He faced many challenges, and lost many battles.

He was constantly at war with himself,

And Earth was only one stop on his travels.
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Words of encouragement and comfort can only help so much,

And darkness can ruin anything with a single touch.

It's consuming, it can take over.

It strips back your defenses,

Leaving you weak and make you loose your senses.
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But many people get better,

With work, they can become free from the darkness,

And the sunshine takes over the kingdom of your mind once more.
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Alas, as the boy's namesake once said. "All things deteriorate in time."

And this statue, this young boy named Virgil, represents so many things,

It just depends on how you interpret it,

How you choose to use your wings.

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I don't usually write poems, but after listening to a few songs, I had the idea for this one.

Enjoy, ~Kirs.