‘Latent,

Within the darkness of the shadows

I spy with my little eye

the truth of my strangers

and the lie of my peers.

To what I behold shallow

I speak with no tongue,

but only with the truth.

Thus, with that spoken cloud

I see the stars and enemies

looming with prejudice

as I got lost in my crowd.

Now I have learnt to be laconic

and in silence I speak that shallow dark

therefore, I spoke demonic.

Now I waltz with my enemy

As I flee by my younglings

To the end of my world

I exhale my last breath.

This was the time of my sights

and the lurid of my pride,

With love and conquering fight

I seek for the end of my death.



 

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