The Forever Oath

Poetry

I continue in service of memory,

My debt settled in honour,

For the light that pierced

Through horror.

For in the abyss, the

Concrete desert lived a nomad.

A fitting place for

The truly deserted.

A modest life,

One riddled with burden,

A soul littered in pain,

Yet it was love you worshiped.

In that shadow I lurk,

In your shadow I learnt,

Now in your honour I work

And your memory I serve.

Asya Valentine, Busy In Wonder

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