The Black Owl

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The Distant Shores

Drink from the far shore,

Years of knowledge and wondrous lore,

To a blooming meadow,

Of dreams and fantasies.


We stand above the world,

Overlooking this scenery so green,

Mourning over fallen beliefs,

This land of beauty unfurled.


Here we are,

Taking in this moment,

As we walk under the sun.


“We were here!’”

We shout to the heavens,

Under the thunderclaps.


Form the distance rises the sea,

A soon to end dream,

A mountain of water comes crashing down,

Here we will drown.


This verse we wrote,

In this world where life is taken before it has bloomed,

From the start, we were doomed,

Now we wander home.

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