We are but decaying thoughts of our existence,
hollowed out from life’s ancestry, some crave
to extend it beyond this human covenant. Many
comfort in the gossip of fables, conjuring an inane
perpetuation, burnt pages,
As the bell tolled, resounding, it also told, of the death of the fallen Hero. His last quotidian day on earth and the detritus of memo...
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