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Title: UNKNOWN

by Jordan | in writing, poetry

As I walk this empty corridor alone

A single winged creature it came

It shone

In the dark I watch it glow

Wishing that it shall take me home

But alas the tears

I am home

In this dreaded blissful dark

To love again I need to mend my heart

So as I walk this creature's path

It takes me to a place that has felt no wrath

To the one place that was forever bright

His room which brought my hope to a new height

As I sit in this chair

I weep yet feel no despair

No longer will I mourn my loss

But find my way through the dark

And my fears I shall toss

This creature now changes its path

To show me mine

And help me find my kind

So I follow it forever more

Now through a shuddered door

Through this door I find my life

And a single knife

I am parched and need to dine

So as to find my peace

I choose to not be kind

I take the knife as dreaded it may be

And repay this winged creature

In my own way

To feel the warmth of its thick despair

Run down my throat

And quench my thirst so longed for

Now that my thirst is no longer

My hunger is another problem

So now I take this creatures flesh

And now our sorrow will mesh

As I fill my stomach

A light filled this chamber

And reveals a mirror in the corner

I walk forward to see what I have become

And find the place my hunger has come from

I see a person who I don't know

Yet reach out and only feel stone

Stone cold darkness

Which I find as myself

Finding how much I have changed and a hidden shelf

A hidden shelf I find within

And pull from it a single book and pin

Within the book I find a letter

That conspires of my true desires

And the pin I see

A single rose

To resemble?

Who knows?

To look away from this mirror

Would shatter my life that grows more dear

Yet even though my life is new

I'm only a child and must feed my desire

I look away to find a man

Standing, watching

And within his eyes

A burning fire

Into his arms I fall

As my existence yearns to call

A hero to persist in my existence

Yet no matter how hard I try

My eyes fall closed

And my cries do die

Along with my despair

No longer shall I feel cool air

I am a ghost

A ripple in existence

A person who no one could persist in

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