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Dance of Fate

Walk down the hall with me once more

Apparition in silk white smoke

Eerie halls of the past no longer lit

The stairs creak along this riven floor

A ballroom once filled of folk

Tales of a place now unfit

A Sundered ceiling exposes the crepuscular rays of moonlight

Vines hang from the cracks of moss ladened column heights

Lay your hand to rest in mine

We will walk this imperial staircase one last time

To dance the steps of fate

Innate to us as it was long ago

The songs of time they echo

Ethereal mist in your movement

So fluid to follow

More rhythm and rhyme than the hands of time

There is never enough

A deep breath to stain my lungs forever

This won’t last

Your features grow poignant in these final moments

You hold to me fast

Enveloping body I can’t hold any longer

Do not cry in front of our spectral onlookers

The fairies continue to dance until they fall to dust

A time ago of love and lust comes with an age that seems unjust

All times end, they must

The sun rises in erasure of days past

How fortunate we are to have had one more than our last

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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