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I stand alone lost in a night sky
without even a silent wind
to decant a silent world,

all I can hear are the  whispered
dreams of the fallen,
not liberators,
just more trepidation,

Where are the Horizons?

its light
Where are the proud
, the leaders who never ceased
to claim its glorious rays?
the real stars

as I weep for what is lost
a scarlet tired world begs for them
I will not hide the disdain I feel, l
For the unfortunate weary souls
who have yet to see the light ,
The half men, who see it fit to belittle its enkindling
gifting unto the legions the absolution of our demise.
Unto them I see no clemency
I cede them nothing but to concede my absence.

Dam them to the merciless scowl of the unwritten histories.

Absolve them no protection,
let unearned, sweat of the brow pool
let it  saturate their scar less heads.
leave only the ice autumn rains to bathe  them
Ignore the frost redden pleas at the year’s end
leave them, to frolic in its benevolent grace.

To know,
To see,
To become,

because To know is to become human
and To be human is to see and do  everything else.
To be human is to be Mortal.

Mortal  
Graceful knowing,
Captivating, expanding, dieing
To be graceful at knowing and graceful at end
Human    

Human is To be free
A school project
On every single night, the heavens rise,
and the ages descend  when your eyes dance.
You ingratiate the barren night skies,  
Like a void star, befallen, left to chance.

Plight yet graceful on the adorned stage
the limitless expectation, recant.
A gift the blessing of the exquisite  
soft golden glazed inquest aspiration,

And in them I witness, the perfection.
The spike that pierces, a sinister sole
a driver of unhinged unworthy worlds.
To grace it with an unhinged perfection.

The heavens have come to set, to see you.
and I arise with the night to seek you.
Its a fair attempt at a Shakespearean love sonet

— The End —