Essence Immortal
Surely it was taken from me, stolen as I lay deep in slumber
for I hardly possess any of the reward
Just as a child awakens on Christmas morn I entered into this world
only to feel, as night falls and sleep beckons, the moment all too soon gone
Time, an ally to the executioner, methodically marches me toward the gallows
ticks of a clock seem as drum beats
Awaiting my destiny, only hope can now release me from these shackles I bear
When time allotted has expired, when but dust, forgotten by most, may my strokes caress the heart and sweeten the blooms
A rebirth woven into every strand experienced newly by each soul opening their hearts
This is the essence of immortality
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