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Once a beacon, now a shadow cast,
In the mirror of my past,
A hero's heart, a villain's mask,
My dreams, like sand, slipped fast.
I sought to save, to heal, to mend,
A world in chaos, to defend,
But power's lure, it twisted me,
A savior's path, now infamy.
They see a monster, cruel and cold,
A tale of terror, often told,
Yet in my heart, a different tale,
Of noble aims that turned to fail.
I fought for justice, pure and bright,
But darkness claimed my guiding light,
A single choice, a fateful turn,
And now in shadows, I must burn.
The world, it scorns, it fears my name,
A villain's role, a hero's shame,
But deep within, I still believe,
A spark of good, I can't retrieve.
Oh, how they judge, with eyes so blind,
To the torment in my mind,
For every deed, a price to pay,
In this dark role, I waste away.
So here I stand, a fallen knight,
In endless night, devoid of light,
A hero's heart, a villain's guise,
In solitude, my spirit cries.
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