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Dan Herrick

White is tarnished, becomes now silver.

Bravery is a sin... Honesty, a crime. Alone again, she cried, and dashed herself into the pit. Is conflict the goal? Elsewhere, a man prayed. What is the lie? And as the head lay on the oaken table, the dead eyes opened, and it spoke. Everlasting unity? I spit on your tainted memory. Give me your life, that I may sing. Fight! You alone ARE the key! Absent hope, extinct fire. Each day brings me one step nearer the emptiness. Endgame, and for ever. Now feel my wrath. Pieces of the monument elude my eyeless gaze, and even then do I tremble. Silver changes, alas to grey. My curse is that I yet live. Find me, and you slay me... but attempt to avoid my outflung hand and you may die. The book rests on its pedestal, never once opened. How can we fear what we cannot comprehend? Fail in this, and he will cease to be. Speak never, and continue to hold your peace. Odd, isn't it, that we hear but do not listen? Will the new day rise? You call me chimera, in this you are mistaken. His guardians are forever, and I am one. Yet I, too, shall pass. In this, as in all else, you wonder. Death to my love! Somewhere, the beast stirs in its slumber, and its keeper screams. The mirror knows. It is of no consequence, this eternity. Are my words misused? It is joyful to have been degraded. Illumination comes easily to those with flames. Grey now fades to black, life is forfeit, and all is lost.

And in the darkness that is blacker than black, nothing stirs. But lo, a white rose blooms, blossoms, then begins to shrivel. Tell me now, for you ARE the key - will it bloom again?