Twilight
Before me is the portal,
An otherworldly door.
Below me is a plane of white,
An otherworldly floor.
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Never thought that I would walk,
Within the last scrin tower.
Did not think it would end this way,
In this, my final hour.
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Outside here is a ruined world,
Beset by fire, blood.
Once ravaged by tiberium,
An unstoppable green flood.
…
But before me here is nothing,
Lily, gone from my gaze.
Reflect as my body wears out,
Upon my final days.
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They'll see me as a traitor,
Both me and Colonel James.
But history is its own war,
Writing it is victor's claim.
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I will not shed my tears for her,
Not now, or evermore.
In this place, as all things end,
At the portal, at death's door.
