Ever so quietly, I sense the presence of thy parting.
Closing my eyes, if only for a moment,
I feel the warmth of thy caress.
A subtle touch from thy tender fingers.
With heavy heart, I feel thee slip away.
The world hurtles into darkness,
Abandoned to the perils of night.
Chaos and terror thrash about the streets.
The world doth deem thee traitor,
Yet, not I, dear friend.
Never shall I rebuke thee,
For Though art more constant than the moon
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