He had familiar eyes
And he stared with a gaze
Cursing the souls
Of those long since past
The Wanderers caste
Between Two Worlds
And apart from all others
they cried
"that I might live again"
Yet he, not unlike the others
Worlds Apart
And Laid to waste in the nothing
That his heart should bare
Would shine in the essence
Of both life and death
Between this world and theirs
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