A trial; uncalled for; designed by Life.
Two cracked lovers on each's grey; one remained guarded; one fighting to penetrate.
She's frail without him; her faith swayed with rumoured wind.
She fights on still; day seventh's beaten.
The light she shines fickled; she burns ferociously more.
Mortal love is flawed; she's with epiphany.
Time is an endless tool; make him enemy not.
His waves churn; he lost his way; he sees no light; he thinks he's done for.
An ethereal smile; she gives.
You bowed in the name of Life; your own puppet.
Easy on yourself; Nothing! you'd achieve.
The hands painlessly tick; perishable is time.
The past is all but mere memories dried.
O' why M'Lord; leave it all behind.
For now I take my leave; left traces of me.
Know that it exists.
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