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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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Date: 12/13/2015 6:15:00 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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