In the depths where angels dare not tread,
A soul cries silently, veiled in dread,
The city's towers pierce the sky with none divine,
And faith is just deception, and prayers are all vain and fine.
Crumbling under the weight of grief-stricken hearts,
The shatterfalls of things apart,
A streak of light so thin—a candle in the night,
Dissolved in dust by breezes without a delight.
No chorus sings, no light of heaven guides—
Whispers of despair in the face of hopelessness,
Veils of sanctity polluted with decay,
Ground into dust as world reveals our betrayal.
Yet from these ruins, shadows come to life,
In mourning dirge, lamenting the forsaken,
For in the depth of pain, truth begins to open,
That out of the ashes, one can still believe.
Yet this faith is not in gods or stone-carved idols,
Alone we stand in the silent void,
Sorrow, a ghost, doth dance upon the midnight air;
Yet within its kiss, we find the will to bear on.
For distant, far beyond the starlight gleams
The bell of Meliora calls across the dreaming streams,
Better fate, yet a dream from whom we stand apart,
Still haunts us, wave upon the shore.
Weep, yet face the dawn,
For in night a light is hewn,
A rebirth of worlds from the depths of pain,
A fleeting hope, a fleeting touch.
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Amor Et Dolor
Poetry"Amor et Dolor" presents a strikingly poignant anthology of poems that intricately examines the complex relationship between love and sorrow. This evocative collection navigates the depths of unfulfilled aspirations and the lingering echoes of forme...
