Conjure a moment: Sad Lord o Life bids thy soul's parture,
Whom shalt thou embrace mid that instance?
Search now in truth lest Nacht o darkness mares back to Centuric Evil,
Wait for light's dawning - Here mid black-crept hours whilst creativity sparks out,
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A poignant piece of poetry written in heightened poetic diction with conviction. An insightful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Richard.
So glad you liked it.