Immortals

Immortals

A Poem by Mistylake

There are no immortals,
Magic is not a fantasy
But an escape from a colder reality,
Life is a complex routine
Until we burn,
Or down in graves our bones gleam.
There are no immortals,
We can search the sea
We can search the stream,
But neither will lead us to our dreams.
The life we choose is the life we lead,
Through pain or choice
There is no darker deed.
There are no immortals.
We live as much as we can,
Then we die,
We fade like autumn leaves
Forever separated from their mother tree.
There are no immortals.
There is only you, and me,
And one day we too  
Shall fall like autumn leaves.
For when called,
We have to leave.
There are no immortals.

© 2018 Mistylake


Author's Note

Mistylake
Please ignore any grammatical errors x

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Added on October 9, 2018
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Mistylake
Mistylake

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