Rising and falling like the waves of the ocean;
Coming together in one motion.
Imploding heat and exploding in smoky dust like that of a volcano;
Helpfully hurting what's around.
Idly sitting by as a crumbling statue with vines like when nature spreads;
Holding onto the last straws of sanity.
A damaged unlit torch sits in front of two like they're lost to darkness;
United by pure touch of one another.
Path to victory only begins with a torch fixed in company;
Realizing Pain, Love, and Justice, only to fear the painful weight.
One may outweigh two without strength and clarity;
A tightened clasp within one's grasp will pave the way.
Bonding through immense feelings of concerned times;
Back one but forward two without shattered knowledge.
Each holding their burning lights to mesh together;
Forever together as true selves to one another.
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Within the Aramoore Life
PertualanganA sum of my adventurous endeavors in this universe, both as poetry and short stories. Aramoore Life is an ARK: Survival Evolved roleplaying server, where fantasies and realities collide. Learn more at; aramoore.com Original ©️ 2020
