Inky black is the night ahead, sparkling bright are the stars that have led, led me towards where my fate is hung with hope and a promise that still is young. Strung together are the thoughts that shall fly never understood by my hearts wise eye through the storm that is on its way, peril and anger running away. The seas salty touch paralyses my skin, freezing and deathly through the earths old grin. Clear like a diamond on a wedding ring, cascades the luscious water from the silent spring. Ebony and emerald all mixed in scarlet and crimson like the blood from a young sin. Cream crisp pages the same as everything. Spidery writing crawling from within this is the book of a travellers kin, that has come from afar through thick and thin.
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