The Tempest, The Prison, and the Wildfire

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Drowning and swallowed whole

Everything seems to be swirling

The stormy skies block out the sun

To the dark deep depths below 

Bound by the weight of the world


Barred windows and limited light

Claustrophobic and a dimmed perceptive

The floor is cold and damp with mildew 

The wailful Warren warns of any inspiration

Bound by the weight of the chains that bind


The fire goes wild with the whirling wind

Nothing left to salvage; nothing to remember

Choking and blinded by the smoke

A harsh hellfire hinders any escape

Bound by the weight of ashes of your confidence





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