The Birth

A light,

Something with so bright

A future,

As to put the stars to shame.

Yet it is hidden away,

On the dawn of its stay

Upon this mortal ellipse.

Where until light meets bitter end

Animals shall live and die,

Things shall break and mend,

And people will live and die,

All while sinking into decay

Each staid and recycled day.

Yet this new light,

This fresh wonder,

Saves a world from infinite blunder

If only for the finite and wavering

Second

That a new journey is taken under.

The End

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