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kestrel
01:36
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dawn treader
06:50
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Life evades while pain cascades,
like a river carving valleys into broken flesh.
We will vanish as dawn breaks,
We will perish as dawn breaks.
The moon descends as we await abyss
and the approach
of cold emptiness.
Misery and damage done
will be erased by the rising sun.
The horizon bled a golden death,
goodbye to no one;
Hark, our time has come.
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The timeless funeral veil is ever unbroken
as it shimmers above us, pure and endless.
Dense silence and reflected light,
all is still amongst this Canadian night.
The looming glow,
the darkness hewn;
Oh spectral skies,
Hang my remains from the crescent moon.
The cold lingers on the fringes
of my mind like pale fog.
Anxious urgency holds its grip
like talons of stone.
Reality, invading my thought and sleep
rends a weeping gorge between.
Under pale light,
my ashes strewn;
Oh spectral skies,
Hang my remains from the crescent moon.
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This grand symbol of a reaching, divine hand,
clasping at the white mountainside,
becomes a pinewood tomb.
A steepled casket closed
on icebound souls.
This worldly root of arcane thought rendered null.
From refuge to buried ruin.
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