The romanticized lifetime of fame
With never ending earthy dwellings
That has an eternity worth of aims
Before the restlessness clings
Always, forever, eternity of future
New faces and lives
Summertime dims in dying nature
And an ancient grief ever gives
Seasons change and fade
But winter never seems to close
And sunset on this miserable man
Too wise for the continuous flows
But why would there ever be a wish
For mortal life when it will only diminish?
-Kel Dayheart
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Fragment of a Figment 
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