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Truth... Is It true?

From somewhere lost atween stolen time
Some things left forgotten was remembered
Darkness moaning for lights to shine
Indefinite yet enticing to have feelings desired

Once was love I see… ever once was love in reality
I recall how it all withers and shatters, of love and of hate!
In turn were dreams dreamt to distant the real world to obscurity
How is there evermore of love to recognise and simply await?

Yet… she appeared upon my forsaken world
In the midst of my dying morality and my enliven dream
How is it she sparkles alike a lost, secluded pearl?
To have me become aware of once a love to once more seem

Unfortunately, with The Ancients to have been inured upon
I understand the consequence with which to face in turn
To be committed, to share the walks of life and a sense to belong
Is as well an invitation to welcome the devil in me to learn!

I cannot imagine the limitless acceptance I’m to be asking of her
What right have I to commandeer her very soul itself?
I cannot imagine likewise, nights after nights of awakening fear
To be an enigma, to leave all trace unexplained, let alone to foretell

Above all, what I will and must do this instance
Is to ensure both Alkaiya and I reach the summit of Mount Ecilia
Bearing the undisguised nature to question reason upon reason
I cannot help but wonder what ill-fated destiny is to unveil thus far

{I remember from the enclosing reality whilst in my wake
I was ushering in the ancient dream from months too late
The sky was clear without the sign of rain
Unlike before, of burdens wept as one into soils it remain
With Alkaiya on my back as I climb the treacherous mountains
The Askance was levitating close by, though unseen yet was a comforting presence
Be that as it may as I entry midway in my torturous climb
I do remember nonetheless, from whence the start of… unwind
At the beginning, the mountain paths were trees rooted to death
No greenness without even the essence of life in a haling breath
Yet as I ascend towards the peak, a way opens to falling of leaves
Of even scents of life to begin its outspread, simply natural to actually breathe
In time, Sylvans were witnessed to be genuine despite fairytales
Creatures overseeing forested growths, ensuring life to never fail
And as progression strings our pathway into the enriching trees
A Sylvan appeared before our way, curious and appalled as one sees}
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