Renascentia

<blockquote><p><strong><em>Alabaster island in a sea of hate and doom,</em></strong><strong><em>Silver streak of lightning in the dark and dreary gloom,</em></strong><strong><em>Crimson rivers flowing to the cold and lonely ground, </em></strong><strong><em>Drifting fog of silence slowly creeping all around.</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Empty voices whisper in the shadows of the night,Tunnels in the distance ending in unbroken light, </em></strong><strong><em>Hopes and fears receding into shapes before unseen,</em></strong><strong><em>Shifting thoughts of solace that at one time seemed unclean.</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Rocky tracks sketched out across the alabaster shore, </em></strong><strong><em>Stormy seas have calmed now and lay silent ever more, </em></strong><strong><em>Shadows laid to rest within the warm forgiving ground, </em></strong><strong><em>Dreams take shape in sunlight as true peace at last is found. </em></strong></p>
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