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She who has ventured the odyssey void
Her spirit disrupted, numbed and destroyed
And soul has been tattered, torn and weighed
As she breaches the wall to a sunlit glade

Neither shadow nor thunder to burn her soul
Yet she feels like the convict, out on parole
With no creatures of evil to claw on her fears
On all of the living she conjectures their leers

The chameleon void has possessed her mind
Denying her solace, her tears are confined
For those who have crawled in the grimmest of dark
Otherworldly the sun, a stranger to her heart

In the glade a temple is built by her hand
Trembling she forms the bricks out of sand
And the void mocks it each her sunny day
That any temple she builds, isn`t meant to stay

Such is the tale of a girl in the glade
Who cautiously through the sunlight wade
Bask she cannot, as the void pollution
Masks her sun as the greatest illusion


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