Eternity
My eternity was something untouchable.
Something that I was never blessed with but sworn.
Eternity was a promise of something special.
Something important
Though I no longer recalled
Through the darkness,
the blessed and the sworn were stolen.
The blessed cried their sorrows away
But I-
I knew better.
Eternity was never mine, never ours
What was sworn to me was merely a lie
Our eternity was gone and nothing mattered.
And because of the darkness-
Eternity was mine
But for what purpose?
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