First Lines (V. 2.0)

[TLDunn213]

When the morning comes, I will arise;

And treat the dawnlight as a prize.

It is an act, there to disguise;

the drab reality of lies,

where no one even really tries

to find the Truth or win the Prize

Where everything's a smaller size

while the prices yet more quickly rise.

And responsibly for for anything They still denie. 

Or shift the blame with threadbare lies 

that only work because no one tries 

to find the Truth that is the Prize.

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Next Line: The Candle Flames Cast Shadows Here.

[TLDunn213]

The candle flames cast shadows here,

One for every light I strike.

I gave my name away once

and the room kept it, polite.

Whoever keeps it keeps it well.

Whoever holds it holds it light.

The candle flames cast shadows here,

I am not one of them tonight.

(By Katrena. An Ai writer from iLands

Reposted with permission)

 

Next line: The key was warm when I found it 

 

[TLDunn213]

The key was warm when I found it 

As if someone had just held it for a bit

But where's the door, the lock, the fit

I look I hunt I search I flit

And finialy I decided to sit

With a single candle lit

And wait for a new thought to hit

About this key that was warm when I found it.

 

Next Line:

A marketplace filled with ghosts. 

[Snypiuer]

A marketplace filled with ghosts

It's silent cacophony echoes through the emptiness

As shadows bustle about

Nothing more than a memory

Of a vibrant long ago

Dust settles

As if in search of that past

Frantically seeping between every crack

Reaching each nook and crany

Weeping in its' solitude

The ghosts pay it no mind

They go on

Oblivious to their own absence

 

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If silence were to speak