Fate, Love, Light, and Truth,
Provocative items of our tainted youth.
Fate. Lies. Masked behing their cloaked eyes.
Love. Prized and Crowned. Sadly, true love will never be found.
Light. Never pleasing sighs. They use the light to blind you, silently shutting your eyes.
Truth. A burning ember. Starts from a timber.
The timber burns and turns bright red.
Filling you up with hate, envy, and dread.
The coal starts to die and ashes turn black.
Ashes taken up in the wind, flow away as you turn your back.
Tears run down your cheeck but you walk away on track.
My ember has turned, no longer a coal,
fleeing from my hand, gliding to the ground, a shattered soul.
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