Last Life
Reckless violence like a tornado siren.
“Youth is wasted on the youth.”
Idle elders on porch sitting are cry’in,
“Uncivilized, it’s so uncouth.”
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I fight back so that death won't take me.
Kill the winged warrior of death, the Val-cry.
“Wait, Ace, isn’t it pronounced ‘Valkyrie?’”
Admit I’m wrong? I’d rather die.
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And die I do, whenever it’s convenient.
Make me a contract that lasts for life.
When I feel the need to break it,
I’ll throw myself upon a knife.
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Undying martyr, immortal warrior.
Cry upon the mountains, “Ace is home-bound!”
Oops, now where I am is known to the Enforcers.
But that’s not a problem. Every foe is going down.
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I’ve scorched you to death, but have you ever burned to life?
I’ve fought you before, how often have I been slain?
Back from ash, I fight by firelight.
As an aerial Ace, call me Angel’s Bane.
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This time is different. This time is stranger.
My fiery feathers have lost their healing properties!
If I can’t remove my wounds, I fear I’m in danger.
I’m still wanted and on the run. Captain, you’ve got to help me, please!
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“You’re being followed, Ace. You led the Angles right to me.”
You mean “Angels,” right? The Space-Makers are divine.
“Divine like Font? No, but ‘Angles’ as in fish-hooks, obviously.”
Oh, I get it now. It’s because your crew is piscine.
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Captain grins, “The Angles will find my bite worse than my bark.”
Ace wonders whether staying with Mishlan is actually safe.
Captain hollers, “For if they are fish-hunters, then I am a shark!”
Ace backs away slowly, look for a means to escape.
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“Sorry, Angle. You won’t find here any law offender.”
“Well, since I’m here. I might as well burn your ship down.”
Ace holds his breath, hidden under deck below the Enforcer.
“Even a singe to my sails, and I’ll rip your throat out!”
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“Ha! You can’t touch me. I’m up in the sky.”
Captain smiles, “That’s so silly. You’re so naïve”
“If you really think you’re safe just because you can fly.”
“Like your fellow fish-hooks, I’ll clip your wings.”
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“I’ll whip out my rod and cast my line.”
“Reel in my catch, hold it tight as it wriggles.”
“Fatal female of Font, a lethal siren undine.”
“Did you think you had a chance against Font’s children of Ripples?”
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Last Life.
It’s time to make a last stand.
Last Life.
I’ll take them down, no second chance.
Last Life.
Shine as a meteor and a firebrand.
Last Life.
This time I’ll finish one last dance.
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Clipped wings to tear apart my Ego.
But here in Lawlight, I’m powered by Animus.
Only Psyches, none of us have a soul.
But what happens when my inner fire is extinguished?