Hiding under a blanket of smoke,
I see darkness embellished with fires
Of those who are hailed as
Monarchs of light at night.
Living corpses walk with clouds
Of tales fading into the sky;
Barely do we notice what trickles down
The corner of their eyes.
Flowers bloom on the graves of unknown folks,
The gray haunts as I walk past them,
Longing not to meet these roads
Again; they follow me.
Carved on the barks of humongous trees,
My fingers perceive grooves of promises,
Names of star-crossed lovers.
I wish them luck and pray for their bond,
Long live their camaraderie,
If not in this world,
In another one, way beyond.

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