Through Patience, The Night Ends And Dawn Approaches

The ink castle was erected in the midst of the swirling

Blustery white outs.

Reborn, to re-die.

Inhale, the time is fluently normal,

 

To exhale,

Catastrophe. Whacky expositions, and fatality.

She’s pale as the moon,

A glitter of silver to bring back her shine

 

Do you know better, when you haven’t the guidance to pull you through?

Well, sometimes, you have to become your own guidance. And fill in the rest.

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