The Emptiness
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Devoid
No reason, but
Emptiness...

-- perhaps --

A meaning of life...
An arena...
A spar


-- death --

But there is no meaning
To this life
Our souls

-- alive --

Yet we know that they
Belong to another
Name not mentioned

-- death --

So why do we
Walk on here
Our lives forfeir

-- friendship --

But where do we
Look when they've forsaken
us to walkt with

-- Thoth --

Alone, we are always
None to guide us
None there

-- Emptiness --

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Scarlatan, in the year 365 AF.