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Hardorn

Everything suffers, all choices have costs,
and here in this desert, you know what you've lost,
A feeble existence, here nothing can grow but your fear and your memories, so easy sown.
You thought yourself stronger, you called yourself brave,
but how will you cope when there's nothing to save?
When the dust of your travels won't shake from your feet,
will you still struggle on or admit defeat?
For this is the difference, between you and I,
between hope and fury, the Earth and the sky.
All of them watch you, and you think that they care,
to judge all you do... do the stars stare?
Or is this an omen, a mockery taught,
for all that you once were, the things that you fought.
Alone and you're lonely, exiled here with nothing but time,
your own mind and your fears. Nothing but time, your own mind. And your tears.


Writing done by Tiberius <3