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Remains of a Moment

If we are souls immortal,
Then I was tricked into this life,
Where daylight is just a parody,
Of things beyond the pale,
So in the chamber I sit,
Where a cold wind no longer chills,
And voices from beyond,
Warmly welcome me.

To all others, I am a hermit within the ruins,
Of a fort still resisting,
The world cursed against me,
Where upon each night I dream,
By paying with my waking life,
For when this mortal shell calls me,
All of these encounters shall amount to nothing,
As without you, I am sentenced to live.

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