A specter invades a nightly retreat,
to a land of lost wants and thoughts incomplete.
Upon barren soil i stand, bewildered at the sight
of a pale apparition shining bright, and bold she stood
Towering against the ocean dark sky.
Her eyes beamed upon my soul
Inquiring on days of old
Of when her hands i held, her
Lips i felt, and soul i explored.
Her voice trickled down to my ears
Questioning decisions made o’er the years.
The siren’s song closed with a gong
Asking if I'm happy to be where i belong
To her i say “tis’ futile to lie
For you’ve seen the truth, in the depths of my eye
Why ponder upon a question, if the answer is known?
Tis’ not fair to torment a soul, foul as it is,
With questions such as those.
But here i present, for your ears to hear,
The sorrow of loss of a lover once held dear.”
On her ears befell my woes and fears
An empty vessel drowning in tears
My words came to a stop, and from her a faint smile
She gathered her thoughts then whispered, “sweet child,
Remember not what we had, nor what we could have been.
Seek instead for a fire within, for i see your ember fading,
Your mind waning, and your soul wandering.
I pray the Sun grant you strength to bear
A world lost to ambition and despair.”
Her Revelations Ceased, The Specter fades into the evanescent blue.
No more real than memory, yet eternally true.
A Fire grew to the west, on the lush green grass of the Prairie,
A glimmer darted into the Moon’s domain,
In rebellion against the night’s tyranny.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 11:19 AM UTC
A specter invades a nightly retreat,
to a land of lost wants and thoughts incomplete.
Upon barren soil i stand, bewildered at the sight
of a pale apparition shining bright, and bold she stood
Towering against the ocean dark sky.
Her eyes beamed upon my soul
Inquiring on days of old
Of when her hands i held, her
Lips i felt, and soul i explored.
Her voice trickled down to my ears
Questioning decisions made o’er the years.
The siren’s song closed with a gong
Asking if I'm happy to be where i belong
To her i say “tis’ futile to lie
For you’ve seen the truth, in the depths of my eye
Why ponder upon a question, if the answer is known?
Tis’ not fair to torment a soul, foul as it is,
With questions such as those.
But here i present, for your ears to hear,
The sorrow of loss of a lover once held dear.”
On her ears befell my woes and fears
An empty vessel drowning in tears
My words came to a stop, and from her a faint smile
She gathered her thoughts then whispered, “sweet child,
Remember not what we had, nor what we could have been.
Seek instead for a fire within, for i see your ember fading,
Your mind waning, and your soul wandering.
I pray the Sun grant you strength to bear
A world lost to ambition and despair.”
Her Revelations Ceased, The Specter fades into the evanescent blue.
No more real than memory, yet eternally true.
A Fire grew to the west, on the lush green grass of the Prairie,
A glimmer darted into the Moon’s domain,
In rebellion against the night’s tyranny.
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