Cinders of the Silent Forge

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It already possesses what love negates, It stalks what is held — and abates. When treasures fade, yet still exist, A ghostly ache, perpetual mist. Desires take shape like the potter’s clay, By whispers where twilight shadows stay. A silence heavy, yet never asleep, What was to be guarded, it failed to keep. Memories of old grow dim then cease- What lingers on finds no release. A rose that withers yet does not die, Bereavement hollowed, endless sky. A costly price, the deceiver’s reward, Unheeded heart, warning ignored. It loathes the living with every breath, A soul condemned to a living death. Insidious mind — barren plain, Where wolfsbane blooms,it needs not rain. What once was human, through endless night, Transforms itself, beast of blight. Within Fate’s spindle threads lay bare, Connection severed, but not by wear. Bartered away — the cost of flight; Not knowing the price of death’s delight. The canvas complete, shocking view, Life’s portrait painted in vile hue. The price revealed, mercy defied — Forever here and forever denied.