‘Twas only a small thing that passed my mind
Tonight, for I was outward bound again.
Though souls from mortal death be safe, I find
That all forsake their souls to live in pain.
Forgotten are the roads ahead, that fain
I would traverse. Alone, atop this knoll
I weep for what befell. The trees have lain
Asleep for all these years; They’ve lost their soul.
But not just they. The people bear a hole
Where once a bright and shining thing did lie.
They leave behind the things that make them whole.
O beauty, truth and love, do not die!
Too late, for there is no such great lament
As that of souls in self-induc’d torment.















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Blessd be
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