PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

In the spring of the next era,

I will be remembered as the night,

For I always knew how to be oil,

Illuminated by the wax lamp.

In the dark, where light is scarce,

I found my place, my sect,

Shining gently, without fuss or haste,

In a serene flame, that life traverses.

And when time takes me, I will be remembered,

As the night that embraces, in guarded silence,

For in the lamp of life, I was a quiet light,

In the eternal spring, I shall be the complete soul.

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