Crows silently fly past the dawn – lit moon.

Hanging in the purple, grey, pinkish sky.

Clouds of breath disperse into the ice air.

Wind blows hard a moment, quiet still the next.


A chill passes, a memory recall’d,

The time before beginning, tis the wall.

This starts Forever, and eternity


Pay no mind as the stillness crawls faster,

the soundless room grows dimmer, peace awaits.

The caw of the crow, the brush of the wind,

An endless dance, how quick, memory fade.

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