The curtains split to open a world
The state of "fin" in the air
The mirror shade of the play and dream
That place, wishes come true there
A place of shadow, a place of light
Of cycle unending, of ruins within sight
No beginning or end, the cycle goes on
No escape by walking, no escape by flight
The end to the endless approaches in time
In time in a place without time
For nothing is born and nothing dies
As is seen through the junk doll's eyes
The shining shadows of the legend's proof
The lone life in a world of death
The dead that walks alongside that of life
The truth given in whispered breath
The swirling snow of an unknown fate
The heaping banks of silence's start
The obstructions that lead to immobility
At oblivion, one can speak with their heart
To fade into such a world of nothing
Become the shield of potential's light
To dream the dream of the wishes of all
To sleep away unending night
Or perhaps one awakens again in the light?
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