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The Song of BahroHello Ae'Gura, my dear friend,
I've come to walk with you again.
And tell you of an odd dream I had,
While I was lying in my bed.
I saw the City
Alive and flowing with light
Quite a sight
And heard the song of Bahro.
And in the darkness-light I saw
A thousand people, maybe more.
People dancing in the Bevins
As if they just made it to heaven
But the dancing
Was to a song that only I heard
The music of the Song of Bahro.
And then the vision quickly changed
And the Grower called my name.
She said that I had now a new Journey.
The life of darkness now enveloped me
She said the music
Was the essence of their souls
Onto the Song of Bahro.
I had to free them from their chains
From those who would enslave
She said to make it be known
We need to find a way and Make a home.
He is coming
But when, she could not say.
Farewell she bade.
And left me to the Song of Bahro.
And so I come to warn right now,
But I cannot tell you how.
All I know is that I must leave here,
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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