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The Last Echo Of Paradise

 A tree,

So lavish in scope

Sparked the novelty of all

A searing blaze 

Quenched by

The serene breezes

Which sailed gracefully

To and fro


All the others stood beside

Insignificantly dwarfed

The comparison between

The sun and heaven


Rivers poured through

Offering strength

Vitality in its purest state

Nutrient filled Eden

Life, a plenty

Not even the most valiant winds

Dare match against

This tree


The break of the year

For all birds and critters


Its roots, 

Unbending

Stood the trial of time

All leaned into it

After all, it was 

Resilient


An oasis in a desert,

Shangri-la on Earth,

Farmland in the face of

The Tundra


And Belial thought

God will hear my name


He etched away all that was life.

The rivers drained

The sun, harsh

Followed by the frosty moon

A utopia turned dystopian

Gale blew away all life


Life, 

Whispers no more

Its melancholic music turned into Belial's favorite note

Silence

But not peaceful

A flat,

Void

Ever trenching silence

A barrier not even the most

Vivacious dare break


One of which would have broken

When water flowed as fast as the serenity

All because of one fleeting thought.

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  1. This piece was meant to represent the fall of the Byzantine Empire resulting in the lost of culture, history, religion, and the very best minds leaving hence the rivers, creatures, and the tree's stability happening in an instant changing the powers at play. This piece also represents how fragile this world is today and what it would take with just a click of a button to send this world in a disarray.

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