Poem
The moon shone with a youthful light,
The sun leapt high, chasing dawn across the sky,
The dusk it brought had every color, greeted by the night,
The stars, mirroring fate onto the expanse above.
In the dusky glow, an outline remains,
Writing stories no one has yet endured,
Ink flows restless in his shadowed veins,
Writing truths that silence drags to its grave.
Upon his page, my world took form,
His ink foretold the chains that bound me,
Yet with a single stop, he sealed my days,
Called it fate when Love drowned me.
His quill saw the Fall of Love, yet let ink flow,
And bound her gaze once more to mine,
The page lay heavy with the stories below,
For her forever was never written with me..
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