There's too little time left to measure
There rages a calm
much like one before a storm.
Built on aeons of
hate, pride and swamps,
that like a broken blade
clangs morosely
"Already broken."
Unleashing unmoored ghosts
of the past,
and reminiscing
unnerved funerals
that swore to last.
Just like the epics foretold,
human folly did cast
an inescapable gloom
leading onto a
universal doom.
And those that remain
protected in seclusion
can only pray and pray:
For the storm to subside
For the sun to shine, and
For the seas to gleam again.
Alas! They can't do much,
for dead men tell no tales.
The battle of hope and despair, thus,
rages on- before the actual war begins.
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Amber Hues: Volume 1
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