Maestro of the Lost
They call me the Maestro of the Lost
By Lizzy RosePublished 3 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Ankur Khandelwal on Unsplash
The child within me yearns for justice,
the young woman she's become longs for peace.
The anger bubbles over and burns us,
the memory of light tastes bittersweet.
We are built of nothing more than heartache,
stitched into one with broken threads of Fate,
save for the heart and soul, which they would break
apart all for their puppet to create.
They say I am Maestro of the Lost.
Hearing my name comes at a pretty cost.
About the Creator
Lizzy Rose
I am a poet, fiction/fantasy writer, as well as a cosplayer and cover singer on Tiktok, Instagram and Youtube. You can find me elsewhere at the link below!
https://linktr.ee/lizzyrose12
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