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Lux Lator Poems
One day you will exit, the hearty comfort of your home. From here to the end of the Earth, you are cursed to forever roam.
When the sun rise, life is starting. Mountain dews drop, cocoons pop.
Upon this world light is bestowed, It gives life, and it takes. Among us there are those That thinks of life as a burden.
The Life It Once Had
The roaring waves awakened me, the morning air full of mist. I could hear the sea calling out to me, its sole purpose was to exist.
Signs of Winter
Along comes the snow, multitudes of them. Is this not a sign that Winter has bestowed?
The Elegy of Gloom
The rain fell with no sound, But the songs of the depressed. The songs then ebbed away, To be replaced with Death.
To Be Named
In this world full of life, Our songs are slowly diminishing. Because of all the needless strife, Our lives are slowly changing.
Life Under the Sky
This wondrous world that sings like the sea is full of life, all in harmony.
The sweet, glorious melody, wafted through the open air. To those that hear this piece of tranquility, their mood is a serene entire.
The Grace of Moonlight
Silvery light shone across the water, And stars littered the sky. But among them was a singular, Particular orb, so high in the sky.
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One day you will exit,
the hearty comfort of your home.
From here to the end of the Earth,
you are cursed to forever roam.
Lost within the melodies of Time,
Within the graceful songs you shall find,
the key to end your suffering.
The lock that which holds your heart,
your joy, your misery,
will now come apart.
Floating, drifting, forever at peace.
Hoping that the cycle will never proceed.
The joy you feel will never be eternal,
for one day, within time,
you will once again experience the infernal.