never

as the sun fades behind the smoke, you feel the emptiness surround you...

you bow your head in one last prayer, to defeat what seeks to trap you.

your heads raises and you prepare for your long awaited and destined coup de grâce.

and from the heavens fall all the dreams and prayers you have sent above.

they storm to your side with such vigor and unrelenting existence.

even the finale hour extends to another day, not yielding to your designed defeat.

crushing the doubts, crushing the elements which contrive to rob you of yourself.

you are never without, even when the space seems vacant, they are there always there.

always dream, dream and you will never be without.

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what a beautiful craft :)
superb writing skills you have i must say :)