remember
that somber november
whose air
sang umbral abandon
when nigh
your words
were the ember
god’s semblance
did spark
with aril,
this ruinous heart
the stoic did tremble
in silence, we cried
our world
now awash with despair
and those who had watched
from their crumbling spires
knew nothing
would cease
our depart



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