| 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 |