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The Dreamer awakens from slumber,
The shadow-forger lays its wrath and
Ruin, and the resulting rift
Becomes an eternal haven.



Flee from me, oldest foe of mine,
Mark her departure true and bright;
End this resounding burthensome time
That in sorrow's darkest blight,
Doth wrest my sanity hollow, still.
Flee from thought; flee at will.

Flee from me, true companion of mine,
With conceited eyes of lustre bright:
Purloin my dying heart one final time
That in a passing moment's delight,
Doth cease its throbbing, still.
Freed from thought; freed at will.
A figure, there, stood - standing, waiting by an open door,
It heaves and breathes with woes, as if in beckon for no more.
With desperate hands clambering, searching for respite,
The walls beside him climbed, though stand relentless in their height.

Chestnut eyes rusted with greys; long, now, are his days,
A flow to mirror his crown of hair, yet splintering in decay,
Olive skin with vigour, adorning, reforming to a husk,
The birthing of his dawn has now wilted into dusk.

A child of mist and ashen-grey cloud bore against his breast,
With his mind to infest, his own heart he came to detest,
Till it came blackened and charred, marred to disrepair,
Though with crumbling arms, he embraced the child in despair.

Weaving a hand through smoky wisps - the child's locks of white,
It swiftly came to freight, present was a preordained blight:
No longer conferred is the tranquil warmth from each breath,
This child he bore, for sure, was an effigy of his death?

Remorse a torrent flushed before eyes of a stare then shared,
But for the face cast back unto, was the man unprepared:

Rich chestnut eyes tainted by grey; few remain their days,
A broken stream as of his head of hair, falling to decay,
Its glowing visage revived, now deprived unto a husk,
The child's brilliant dawn cast black; forever to be dusk.
From our first light and breaths, we're thrown into this world as the effigies of the people we are set to become.


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