As I await
Familiar faces
I stray not far
Of wonted places,
For I so dread
If should I roam
I’d find them gone,
Or thus alone
And in their stead
Be grim spirits
Want fuss my head,
The while I linger
Hopeful to find
Life beyond time,
Whereas I’ve still
The strength of will,
To join held gods
Who laugh at fate,
As they so celebrate
Careless of time,
In timeless state!
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