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Alone... |
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Hollow... |
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Ashen. |
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Life promises only death. |
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And thus I am again sentenced to solitude, |
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In silent contemplation, a vision framed in grey |
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Falls upon world-weary eyes and brings torpor. |
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The years behind left drained and colourless. |
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I look within to fan the embers, |
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Charred and enervated beyond recall to flame. |
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For so long, I have journeyed, one weary step upon another, |
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The dust of a decade's failures ground underfoot. |
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And so I fix my gaze to myriad desolation. |
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The harsh wind punished a frail simulacra |
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On the precipice of spiritual oblivion, |
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Without and within only ashes remain. |
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As the elements now I shall be. |
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As one with the enduring stone and the onrishing waters of wild rivers. |
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As one with the burnished hue of the dawn |
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And the misty closure of the twilit evenfall. |
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To cross the foils and stygian peatfields. |
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To stride unfeeling towards the eternal periphery. |
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These bitter lands have borne witness to so much |
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That I now embrace within a lonely |
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And burned-out will. |
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When only distant memories chime across a spiritual vacuum, |
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The last vestiges of life long since extinguished. |
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A dying visage whipped by storms charged with the stench of despair. |
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The entirety of my essence, the nucleus of my humanity now scoured. |
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I am Bereft. |
