Inverted Reflections
A single autumn leaf blows, leading me like a beatific fool upon the path of the Forgotten Ones.
I mutter prayers for eternal slumber as I mindlessly wander about the decaying road, led by this pale light.
I reach the Gate of Emptiness and Desertion, and as I pass through, a Forest of Fluorescent White Trees assaults me with painful memories of my thralldom unto the crestfallen spirit that has oft been led to misery.
I have been filled with nothingness; The Man That Never Was.
Staring at the darkness above fills me with agonizing insanity. I've reached an impasse; between my mind and heart. I've lost all the serenity I have ever come to know, and as I draw nigh to the Mountains of Dusk, I seek aught that can release me from these dark chairs.
I find naught but ruined stones, hallowed by ancient fools.
I wish to be released from my nocturnal bonds ere I come to the Gate of Silver Flames.
poem by Soren Valentine
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