Is it the light that we shared
Or the darkness we have deigned
To become the ruler of our will
Or the traitor of what was left our will
And I still feel the bleak candor of hope
Shining a faint beacon in a distance
Clear up, clear up; the clouds are unveiling
Don't stare, just glance, the silver linings are outlined with extremity
War is changing the cycle of our lives
Kingdoms come to ruin, ruin comes to abandon
And all what's left are the ones who remained
A new era will begin anew
With the dark of the night as its reminder
And the signifying light as its guide
Saying that, without the other half, the world as we knew it, will fall upon to chaos against pandemonium
//k.u.
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Notes: this was in my drafts a long time ago, and I wasn't really sure if it meant anything /insert laughing emoji/ let's just call this an experimental poem, where I just let my thoughts and imagination keep running. (: So, yeah! First of Experimental Poems, this is! (I'll make it a thing, lol) Ok, mates, hope you stick by me! (:
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