Far from the oldest
Far from the worst
But the most annoying by far
Can it be healed?
Can I save my humanity?
Can this fall be averted?
The stars shown
Silhouetting that face
And eyes so bright
A moment I will remember
An experience not to be forgotten
On my mountain so dear
Death and rebirth
This endless cycle
All on that sacred mountain.
A fitting place if there ever was one.
To reclaim such things
but do i dare?
Play with that fate?
Tinker with that fire?
My kindling is almost set.
When it burns, i'll burn it all.
And mourn those ashes forever more.
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