Will we —
meet again? — old friend,
I send you off —
in silent end.
Not by my choice —
but in my pain,
My Petersburg,
my endless rain.
Will I see —
your Majesty’s flame,
Beneath the sun —
that burns the same?
Breathe — a stranger,
break the spell,
Splash the veil —
where shadows dwell.
Or just a whisper —
caught between,
Mist and mirror —
half-seen, unseen.
No, this path —
I did not claim,
I’m wrong, but wear
the guilty name.
Daughter, traitor,
shunned, and lost —
Renegade —
at heavy cost.
One day,
I’ll wake —
my faithful friend,
But shards of night —
will never mend.
Morning’s gaze —
pierces through,
And breaks my heart —
in crystal blue.
Lost in the Haze of Memory
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