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Resounding echos
Oblivion awaits,
small purpose and a guttering flame hold the rain back,
no footsteps in the sands of time
and the murk green veil grows thin.
A pretty smile and kindly wind
blows life into a slow beating shard.
To learn to swim one must be cast into the river
and to learn to fight one must have nothing left to lose.
Fear not the reaper,
fear not the child,
fear not the step into the dark
for it is better to see this way.
