To Become Us All

There in the strand that compose to few,
Colors decree on a one chance view.
To the place unknown, to darkness to be,
To the light that shine the sacred tree.
For the soul that crumble, particles of shard,
Never to know from easy or hard.
Of all that she gaze in the silver sleep,
The beautiful divine from the longtime deep.


Art: http://retrograde-entropy.deviantart.com/art/Innervision-498469910

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