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May 2016
Far above the clouds
Invisible to most
Lies a broken pillar
On a dull grey coast

It used to guide the souls
Of dreamers lost too deep
Now it only marks
The edge of what is sleep

Beyond its crumbled stone
Do strange and old things stir
What shape these things may take
None living can be sure

Yet beyond the ruined tower
Dark things may not pass
So long as the stars above
Shine down like broken glass

During stormy nights
Among our sleepless dreams
They say this far off place
Can still yet be seen

And when observed by children
Does the pillar intact stand
With its great beam of starlight
Guiding lost souls to land
Hadrian Veska
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Hadrian Veska
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