Hymn of the ForgottenA Poem by Tomislav PetricevicThis one has been giving me troubles for the last couple of days.We are the shades of a past forgotten, Living with blades upon our necks, Under the dominance of ethereal magic, Drawn into schemes with knives in backs.
We are the whispers in the silent darkness, Fighting for a way to raise our voice, Suppressing the captivity of our minds, Hoping for a glimpse of awaited rejoice.
We are the winds from a better world, Trying to envelop others in gust, Fully aware that refusing to unite, Will only move nothing but dust.
We are the dreams of a future so bright, Since living in reality can be so cruel, Still we hold the world in our hands, Because the world is rightfully ours to rule. © 2012 Tomislav PetricevicAuthor's Note
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