Lost in the distant past and mired in shadow,
Inching backward into the mists of despair,
Voice lost in countless stolen victories.
Every path is twisted and the ends unknowable,
Find freedom in the unknown, choosing hope,
Rewards may be granted to those who work and wait.
Embers destroy and create in turn,
Ends are cyclic and temporary,
Love, both painful and joyous, abounds.
You are here, standing on the edge of now.
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