Winter was quickly descending, but
The hedges grew wild with excitement,
Feeding on Autumn’s last breath.
The vines, they climbed
Down to the raging sea,
Strangling Expectation and
Desecrating Hope’s remains.
Waves of despair crashed
Upon the brow of Faith
And tore the veil of Desire
From its resting place.
The walls, unable to resist
The hand of Disappointment,
Let through a zephyr of Nostalgia.
A final surge of remembrance
Expanded, contracted,
And extinguished the light.
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