Poetic Silence

No more poetry to come.
For what is there shall not come undone.
What created this syn, in time will win.
And on my face an evil grin.
For darkness calls the night that shall extinguish the light.
With each and every battle we fight.
A never changing goal in sight.
Endless dreams to find the means.
In time the words will stain.
So none will bare witness to pain.
The chapters past and future will fill the ears.
And cleanse all of their fears.
The music shall descend.
To lead us from beginning to end.

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Conclusion of Book I