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This is a short poem I wrote a long time ago |
| As I walk out onto the snow covered plain... I look out and begin to remember... My mind drifts... To a time long forgotten... Of an age forgotten by man... I close my eyes... I can hear them once more... Faces... Voices... Laughter... The city of my youth... The empire of my birth... Mighty... Powerful... Hailed to stand for all time... Now as I look out onto the empty plain... All that remains... Are my memories... My only companion... A lone winter's breeze... The man in this poem is a fictional character that I created many years ago. He is immortal and was born a few thousand years before the rise of the Babylonian Empire, and here he is remembering the town in which he was born. Born into a once great empire that existed before recorded history, he's now the only one that even remembers it existed. |
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