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The Shore
I saw into the future
with a vision of my fate
Cold nights and colder rooms still,
no life left to narrate.
I walked amongst their graves
Their names were etched in blood
Three maidens shone the brightest
As I stood there caked in mud.
I gazed back along the years
each one of them I had left
Love and lovers alike I spurned
Until I was broken and bereft.
For then the mist took form-
and a spectre cloaked in grey,
silently beckoned forth
Through a crumbling archway.
I screamed silently in terror-
feet frozen to the ground.
Yet my legs were moving forward,
with no faculty or sound.
'Away, ye dreaded spectre!'
I finally managed to yell.
But our ghostly path kept on,
no breaking from its spell.
Upon the door we stopped
turning with the night-
I gazed upon the end,
no hope left now, no light
Selfish tears escaped my brow
the sum of pride laid bare.
Here I moved a numb step closer
and said one final silent prayer.
The phantom pulled me through-
I had one last fleeting thought.
Is this what I am destined for,
a life led sorrowful and distraught?
It is the thought that haunts my dreams,
keeps me shaking with regret.
How can I stop the arch-
and this figure I have met.
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