And Words Of Great Import Were Writ Within Those Pages...
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- Ancient philosophy |
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- Ancient philosophy |
Nightingale floor screams, Boards bedecked with crimson spray, Lifeblood cools, pooling. |
Sunlight on paper, Old words bleached away by day, The past is erased. |
I draw the tumult, Shaking pen records Earth's rage, There is no more ink. |
Beware the great beast, Messenger of time's passage, It brings the last gift. |
Pillars stand before, Glow guides us, showing the way, Step between and see. |