Stat Sua Quisque Dies
A child beneath the broken stars,
A body cloaked in silence,
A soul that saw the end,
And wrapped himself inside it.
Each has their day, 'neath the churning of the nights.
Not all despair—some embrace the flame and cinder,
whilst shadows gather close as formless sable sprites,
Yet still, the light remains—a brilliant, blinding splinter.
A man beneath the broken stars,
A body cloaked in silence.
A soul that saw the end,
And raised the sword to spite it.
Defiance in defeat.
The twilight he will greet.
Though his day's appointed,
the night shall know his feats.
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Ameliorated Aesthetic (
Offline) - Published: May 28th, 2025 06:57
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Beautiful and cloaked in symbolism this poem speaks to the spirit with its wonderful wording. Lovely and a fave
Beautifully crafted write, some lovely lines, enjoyed the read
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