This is actually White Wolf's poem, my only contribution is the last stanza :)
As evening approached, its heights dressed in a garment of black. Ishtar, shining playfully next to the rising moon, penetrated my mind with thoughts. Squandering away our gift of life Caught up in the madness and mundane Our soul’s strength remains unabated The veil lifting between pleasure and pain Though in our earthly state we are confused Avoiding thorns on the paths we choose By keeping our eyes on the ground below We pay the price for the views we lose Raise your eternal eyes to the skies above Make darkness your home, your fearless home Ethereal, elusive you shall be while through stars and moon your soul will roam
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