Title: Themes of a Soul
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Summary: Exams came, I hated my grades, and the downhill slope started from there. Suddenly, all my problems haunted me like a plague and this...well THIS is what I wrote to bunch it up into something sensible.
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Dedication: To myself...
Author's Note: This is what defeat feels like:
Darkness was a blight;
The scrolls, messengers of death,
The temples, houses of mourners,
The sky, ashes gone astray...
But a hand, an arm, a body, a shell full of jewels and the gift of emeralds,
The fire burns like the torches of God at nightfall
And we falter like the oak against the gale.
Like diamonds upon a sea of dreams
And the ripples move, clear as the pebbles beneath a river.
Nothing prevails but the veil of ignorance, of sorrow, of defeat,
And once again, we drown as the souls drown in eternal cries of ruin…
A ceaseless song that pierces
Like a knife through the heart.