Seventh: the Dalliance Is Ephemeral
The dust stand in devoted pair
with stare towards the brush and it's fare
devotion despairs
the dust sighs
the brush forfeits
they surrender
Alas all but in an instant
so is no victory reaped
so is earning molted from the tears and given to dust
But they neglect despair
for there is hope in humour
and the comatose lie a restless slumber
for their anew that bravely implore the void-less dark
"Their slumber is beautiful. Voiceless"
So it is, dear Moon
"Why?"
Because their slumber has a twilight
"For it is not eternal"
For beauty is but a dalliance.
"Ephemeral"
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