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Yardle
See how it lies triumphant,
Finally enrapturing their woefully dark gazes upward,
Hold onto the light all you can,
You’ll be blind either way,
You’ve fallen down a deep well with no hope of escape,
See how it lies triumphant?
Despite it being a mirror, reflecting the light that blinds you all day,
Triumphant before any other star,
The moon that shone the path in the dark,
One which would’ve led you to lucrative riches,
A cause of the right choice,
A cause of not going into the dark.
Dark beliefs you held in your head,
Regardless of what it was,
Ignis fatuus,
The millions of sources of light,
The mind, it blocked it all out,
Choosing to be blind whilst not,
It is a mere case of willing ignorance, one would say,
Self-destructive was your light and path,
Stand in your yardle,
The moon will not shine for you tonight,
Blocked out by your mind for you to traverse through the night,
So, see how it lies triumphant,
Finally enrapturing both woefully dark gazes,
Stare whilst you can,
You’ll be blind throughout your travels,
Despite being above ground,
You’ve fallen into a well without fear or thought,
There’s no time for escape,
So, for now, see how it lies triumphant with your blind gaze and stand in your yardle.