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Which lifetime is it?

A soul whispered to its mate.

The one we can not be together in.

They both sigh.

See you again*.  Soon.
Nothing has changed now, he said.
Everything has, she repeated.
I've traveled the road less frequented by some.
Looked into the dark eyes of the evil one.
Danced in the pale moonlight, almost stolen away.
Feeling less like myself with each bizzare passing day.
Searching for signs from the heavens above.
Looking out on crows swooping, no trace of the dove.
What perilous times were those of the past.
Praying for change, hoping the turmoil won't last.
Seeing the world evolve right before my very eyes.
Still struggling between the truth, and the seeming oncoming demise.
Was it over, my rise and fall with such a short reign?

Haha silly fools, I have already been through this pain.
Burned with the acidity, and flames of your words.
No more prayers, hopes, and looking for birds.
I learned it before, so let me begin..
When the world is cold and bitter, you must find the warmth within.
No looking for things that just are not there.
Many run and hide in the face of despair.
But hold steadfast and tight, be honest and true.
And I swear soon enough, you will look in the mirror and once again see the beautiful you.
I look to the North to find you but you are not around.
I head back West to search, but still no where to be found.
South; Is it possible that you are not there?
Ah, in the East you found shelter: Having learned to beware.

The winds of fair and stormy weather have brought you to an fro.
Now you know where is safe, and where to go.
The faces with friendly smiles, that hide wicked deceit.
Fear not of them my friend, for they will crumble at your feet.

True goodness takes hold, and can never be blown away.
In the game of life, it is the only card to play.
Be strong and still, wander and follow no longer.
Although at times you fear you are weak, you will always be stronger.

Blackjack was a difficult game, and it seemed as if you lost.
The dealer was the Devil, and what a scary path to have crossed.
In that moonlight dance, you were not alone.
Although it seemed so far away, you always had your home.

Much like Dorothy, you had to learn on your own.
What that path taught you always knew, you did not have to roam.
Remember to forget your short-comings, and watch where you are going.
Do not follow the wind, it is not the compass who is all knowing.

— The End —