A day of greatness
A day of joy
but the same story
told again and again
At its conclusion
the light faded
The fun disapated
And I am left
an old man
filled with regret
So I went as is custom
To those grounds
that nexus of power
that site of decay
To summon my demons
to converse with the night
reconcile my uneasy solution
to walk upon the beams
They spoke
their words ring true
that slip i carry
that last resort
that note of death
reassert my position
Reconfirm my haste
forget these distractions
Burn away this fate.
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