The journey began in a hallway lit by love,
A light far off and never truly present in the flesh,
From the darkness of the doorway opened
The time of life, for a purpose of others intent.
As the decision was presented to go back into the abyss,
The love burned to ash and arose a new energy
Animated by the neglect of a populace to serve for
A creed from the days of yore and the lineage of gallant.
Dawn approaches on a new day with hopeless aspirations
For perpetual mirth through daily routines of altruism,
The fulfillment of the soul can only do so much for a defiled heart,
A hope of some day gaining the fortitude to venture out for the beloved.
Time is the element in which conflict presents the only outcome of surety,
That which can set us free can take away the essence of what we are,
To wait for the new chance is maybe to kill oneself in by knowing the fate,
To know an end but not whose or for certain when will damn he who is foreseeing.
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