He who once preserved his creations: now destroys them on a whim;
He shone brightly from within his slight yet lives latently:
He pursued she's and shouldn't have: thus endured the consequences.
Now those who're excommunicated search for a reminder;
Now all they have is the horrific truth of a human stance:
Now we speak as faint whispers solely between each other.
She who is "The Reminder" forever haunts all with her memorandum;
She twists thoughts and realities regardless of pains, just to have fun:
She breathes cowardly yet stands as an honorable gullible warrior.
All side with love in their minds unbeknownst of their natures;
All corral amongst his purity; few within her obscurities:
All realize and part; to create the lull: before the new waves form.
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The Remanents of a Reminder
PoesiaThat which of was obscured isn't anymore; like looking through a sleet curtain.