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Silver Dance of Poetry

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Here lies a genre of emotions a sad, twisted emphasis on time something about finding people (yourself) and letting your soul fly free. I hope every word lingers in your mind.

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Eternity's Night

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by Sondering_Star

by Sondering_Star

I feel tired and drowsy,

eyelids fluttering and dragging

head tipping forward and books sliding out of my arms

but I must stay awake for I may get behind,

and when I fall into that shadowy trance-like sleep,

there may be nothing but nightmares

and deviations from tips of angels' wings

and tear-stained, bloody, remorseful smiles,

as each being is transported

into their own individual hells

chained by personal sins and tainted souls,

I must stay awake

for as the dawn of eternity's night approaches,

I may cease to wake up once more.