Folk story,
Moon of doom,
Soon bonds bloom,
Color of glory,
Storms roll on,
Sword of story.
Flood on down,
Toll of frowns.
Fond of wrong,
Whorl so long,
Roof of horror,
Fog swoops on,
Growls of doom.
Fools go on,
Ghosts of frost,
Howls of moss.
Folk story,
Moon of doom,
Soon bonds bloom,
Color of glory,
Storms roll on,
Sword of story.
Flood on down,
Toll of frowns.
Fond of wrong,
Whorl so long,
Roof of horror,
Fog swoops on,
Growls of doom.
Fools go on,
Ghosts of frost,
Howls of moss.
Loss is weird,
It twist and churns
Rippling the current
that is my reality.
For a while,
I was so fine,
I was okay with
The cards I was dealt.
I accepted what was—
Young and dumb,
That’s what they say.
Instead my naivety was in the way.
Engine revving like a hum;
My reminder I could go anywhere.
All I had to do was drive without a care.
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