There is a place where sadness lives
far from the edge of hope’s domain
now even further when the fog
descends to block the shared sun

what was day is now the night
forever dusk without a dawn
twilight cloaking painful thoughts
asking all to be withdrawn

still the shadows must persist
discerning wraiths where faith resists
a final warning now resounds
lest the doom is permanent

echoes across the scattered paths
one leads out of the maze
others mock with assent
sorrow mixed with sufferance.

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