A lilting voice rhymed an augury in a message:
“This train will soon depart unto the edge
what you bring - is what will save you in this final passage”.
And thus, I left behind all that was beside
myself; the point in truth’s dredge
for even with blessing’s light I may fall over the ledge -
As time’s face faded into the darkness; vanishing
unto the hollows of the presage.
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