Passing of Time

There once were eight.
They were close friends, and were always there for each other.
Then the fights started.
One left, and there were seven.
One turned traitor, and two left to find their way.
And there were six.
Two gradually drifted away.
And there were four.
One disappeared, and another slowly stopped coming. 
Who would have thought,
That the circle could have broken?
There once were eight.
Now there are only two.
Category:Poetry
Category:~Angel Wings~
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