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A Lament

Amid the magic and the gifts
Beneath the promises of our yesterdays
Hidden among the broken dreams
The soul forever drifts
Destined to break and shatter
Damned to fall
The thoughts not spoken
The words not said
Promises not kept
Split the balance
And severed the cord
Cast shadows
From the twilight
To the end of a tortured road
We did not fail
Our secrets never breached
Our yearning
To redeem what was
To cleanse the mind
From the wraiths long gone
Can never be