passing winds and dust, ebbed away, times prize
a wasted creature, thinned and eyes dark with emptiness.
gone now all things. colour. a timeless haze upon furrowed brow.
lost are faces and laughter now murmurs and echoes.
distant music down grey corridors, floating broken, flat.
the chalice passed and the back broken,
choices after choices as pages and pages torn out and burnt
and in a ghost of smoke, takes form and is gone.
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