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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… Continue reading Remains of a Moment

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Downpour

On the horizon, Comes a dream of a future, That may wash away the present, Where no matter how bright the day, I remain adamant for the dark; That could softly approach, Or around me manifest, With familiar cold hands, To smother the worries, Of a moment that was once the future, Upon the last… Continue reading Downpour