Not all pearls are hidden underground;
Mighty may be found in seas.
Screams do not echo through hollow stones;
Vibrating crystals are all we feel.
Dust does not a gem crown;
From the dirts a treasure shall be awoken.
Fallen are not that frown;
Malice in higher lords shall be broken.
Temples do not stand on shores that have withered;
Guardians cannot shield when alone.
Unyielding forces shall face the lasting evil;
Light to the darkness shall be shown.
From dreaded eyes a verity shall be found;
Shattered that is lone shall be afraid.
The Reaper shall once again take its rounds;
The lasting that is broken shall degrade.
Long shall be evil chained;
Free shall be all that should.
Calm lasts not forever;
Decay shall all that is good.
Corruption shall spread over time;
Within walls cracks shall appear.
History shall not repeat but rhyme;
And all that is good shall disappear.
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Rhythms From a Quarter Life
PoetryI will die the very moment this poetry collection is complete, not a moment more, not a moment less. Yet, what worries me is not death but never being able to complete this poetry collection. These are the rhythms resonating from a quarter-life.
