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Blank
Nothing existed
No life to tell of
No lies to be told
No sound to break the silence
Just the white expanse
White parchment

Beckoning
Shadows crawled
Slipping across the abyss
In accord
A voice spoke
Weaving the shadows like puppets
The master of all

Love bloomed across the parchment
Death unfurls to bleed black against white
Living and dying
The master of all

Bereavement
The voice fading
The end drawing near
What's left undone
Lays among the broken
A shadow engulfing the future
Hanging to the voice's last words
As it too, faded

Scars left
To tell of what they were
Of what they are
Of what could never become

But even though this world
This story
Fades into darkness
Lives ended
Love undone
Still there lingers a thought
Where beyond that cold shadow
Another world could be awoken
And lives unbroken
To look to the future
Even though all stories end with a single period