The desert rose withers they say,
but I do flourish,
yet for a flower in the ditch,
it's neither seen
nor appreciated by anybody
for they care not
but to make profit from grains.
I have but these verses to write,
for I can never trust
any person again - they are not
friends, family or lovers
but an act to get the favours
of the banners
which swirls in the wind.
I must carry them in our mind
for they are unseen
all their hues only gained
by their attainments ;
In shadow made as patterns
for Dawns return
into twilight set as a jewel.
There it must rise into falls
as empires doeth
to preserve these Names
for are they struck
into darkness does wyrld
fall, fall eternally
as fire is put out in a blaze.
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