Epiphany in a Pool Hall by Fallulah copyright 2001


A thousand years cannot resist,

The touch of one who's binding heart is erased.

The bust of that which once was:

It's all similar,

Yet nothing is the same.

Happy new faces, fabulous new places,

Drift away to a feel of infancy.

Feelings of horror soon reveal to be old.

A horrendous surprise relived stronger each time remembered.

The life is not destroyed,

Merely temporarily brought down forever.

The creator of grief, the only mendor be,

To reverse time impossibly

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