Imprisoned by the gates,
We locked ourselves behind,
The ghostly sound of silence,
That’s solitude defined.
Our footsteps keep on walking,
Now everywhere they’ve been,
but the staircase leads us back,
Dearest homecoming queen.
There was life that lived here,
Another soul lost in time,
Haunted by the memories,
Oh dear solitude, you’re mine.
Now it all escapes us,
The hearts that once entwined,
Boarded for protection,
Body, soul and mind.
– Brocarde
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