For nights upon a lunar spread,
Flow smooth down paths, through turbulence, of time.
Time is spilling across where we have tread.
To start and end in abyss of brine.
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Each sitting at this table can crush lives.
Striv'd to retain the life force of what's gone.
Devil's chess cannot be won, but we strive;
Playing battles of the wolf against the fawn.
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Pouring through the maze of what's right, and what's lost.
I have let my time go, as is deserved.
Light filters through bars of my life's cost.
My path through time has been forever curved.
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I have this sinking feeling it will fade.
With these crimes, my buoyancy is betrayed.
Oh yeah, I wrote a poem in Sonnet format. I'm trying some new things, hope you like them. :) If you can figure out what's really happening in this I will owe you a cookie.
Ko Torii