Tired and frayed, fighting demons of decades old,

Gone were glory days, when strokes were made bold.

Shrines that pray for the forlorn souls,

Muting heart’s brays from major unfolds.

An account of days, which most remains untold,

To obey a grey just because, the answer is no.

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