Majestic Tale

The passing of breaths
Oblivion becomes a friend,
Years spent untangling the thread,
Raising the flag,
In defeat we fret.

Unrelenting tears
In spite comforting blanket,
Repeated flashing smiles, unseen
Were lashing torment.

But then,
When cold stark possess a stay,
In each of our majestic tale,
Rather,
To some, a tragic play,
No longer it matter—
The pain, the suffer,
Stones and chains
Covered in glitter,
The light, the prosper—
No,
None of an importance,
One and all come disappear,
However cruel it may seem.

At last,
When clock waiver its hand,
Buried is past and gone is morn,
No more looking up a dream,
Enfold we are by supreme,
Angelic smiles, down
On earth we finally beam.

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Author: Danica Aquino

Tied the knot with performing arts since fourth grade; is an amateur writer (currently on her quest to writing her first novel); book and animal lover; always entranced by nature.

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