A Grain Of Dust
In an antipodal island tomb
A forlorn sarcophagus collapsed in its womb
An ailing anguish that dared not to be wished
Flinted a dire fire that could not be extinguished
Created a cremated extension of desolation
Like a phoenix arose an aureole conflagration of isolation
An infatuation apparently unaware
Conveying its fate into despair
Concluded this chanced perchance
Now scrutinizing an enhanced glance
Eroded and vacant it lay on the floor
Alone in a darkness forevermore
Possessing an eternal cryptic embrace
A platonic grasp that failed to keep chase
Short-ended its peradventure in lame
Sparked a forever silent flickering flame
Its infernal secret has never been spoken
Existing in solitaire is the solatium of the token
Petrified of sating its lust
Slowly disintegrating into dust
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