Farewell, Year of Turmoil

How innocent can we begin?
How icy cold can we get?
Thousands of miles away
Yet my story remained static

As I lit a fire up in the night
I set fire to my foes
A true monster hunter
With a heavy load to bear

And as we fell deeper into despair
And grew stronger as a team
I reached out for a sign
That never came to be

I left my teenage years behind me
And emerged lonelier than I'd ever been
The world began to slow
And the end loomed near

The guillotine fell 
And severed all we believed in
I gripped onto the idea of hope
Though the rope sliced into my hand

The world slowed down
As I watched my past repeat
You flew across the country
As disease claimed my friend

The summer sun shone eternal
As we embraced the time we had
Cool waves against warm air
As we burnt ourselves against each other

I took my first steps in a strange land
The nights were lonelier than ever before
The days passed completely alone
And I found solace in an old habit

Summer's last onslaught of heat
Drenched my clothes as I carved my path
A sea of wyverns cast its waves upon my shore
And I let my socks get soaked

I severed my past for a new future
I'd truly thought it was correct
I lost out to lust one last time
Before I let the reaper make his call

As regret washed over my sands
I chose to fight the best I could
But the world of autumn colors before me
Fell victim to complete gray in time

I'm spiraling through turbulent winds
And stealing each moment I can in the candlelight
I'm clamoring to rebuild what I destroyed
In the hopes that an answer will become clear
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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December 13, 2015 at 6:15 AM
Lots of trials and hardship in the great piece, Derek. My favorite is..."The guillotine fell And severed all we believed in I gripped onto the idea of hope Though the rope sliced into my hand." Well done.
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