Tell me why you ask

'should I turn back?'

when you have come this far to bask

in night's dark shade that day doth lack.

Close thy eyes and feel the breezes of the wind,

open them to gaze at the stars.

Here, you're away from those who have sinned,

no, you're closer to Mars

than to them, you see.

Who art thee

if not known mystery?

I know you came here because you want to leave,

but you must stay a little longer.

Thy eye-water can take thy sleeve

while you return a little stronger.

Worry not, your sickness shall get better,

and remember, remember,

that thee art coming.

Thy fate thee art becoming.

So, hush, God's child, and next time the sun rises

take comfort in its luminosity.

Trials come in all sizes

miracle, tragedy or monstrosity.

Before you leave, remember to come here again.

So that you may be lifted above, so high.

Brought forth alongside men,

hurting, shifting, warping sky.

Take this heart that is yours.

And tell none of this night.

Let them sink in their pointless wars,

while you prepare to take off for flight.

Leave me to stay, to dream of the time

where lights like fireflies shall fly.

To torture or a place so sublime.

When they shall inspect, pry.

You'll be pushed onto a bridge you didn't choose, or maybe you did.

You know how this goes, no-one from you hid

this information,

tucked away in literary transcription.

Whatever you do, do not fly on your own.

I don't care how great the pain may be.

You must stay here, even if alone.

Your time will be chosen for thee.

Soon, all shall fall in their places.

Soon, all masks will shatter to reveal faces.

Soon, all will be revealed, disgraces

and legends alike, side by side,

moving ahead, still on this ride.

Riding the crazed ocean tide.

Unable to hide, too late to confide.

When will thee realise

that thee don't play the universe

the universe plays thee?

I will not disguise

the truth, the obvious, the living, breathing reality.

Nor, when you leave will this field vanish,

I'll be here still, when you come years later.

This place shall not ever tarnish,

we all wait for the mighty creator.

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