Tranquil Eternal by Lenny Corbett

Tranquil Eternal

Four sepulchres are buried.
Frustration Eternal at the hand of man,
A tranquil land
Defiled by the will to breed.

Only the one whose breed is burned
Will have learned and earned the right
To have what he yearned.
But alone he will forever be - til night.

With a partial truth finally spread
The paths of the dead are fed.
Tranquil at last - redeemed if it were lost.
Moonshades! The land, She breathes!

In response an army of heresy,
Mustered with the yearning to undo,
Marched on the regrowth and overthrew.
Eternity is over, already.

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