Guarding the adorned gates of my black citadel
From which myself I have banned
And despite the light my eyelid fell
Closed, Shut.
Should have trusted my gut
Words engraved on my outer shell
Hastily etched away the smile
I try to resist
Yet the abhorrent pain makes me dwell
On this creation, this puzzle oh so vile
Depicting the scene of a nomad traveling to find
A place to stay, to leave his mess behind
Standing there, made of fragile stone
Knowing that I'm all alone
A bird comes fluttering, landing on my arm
Chirping a song I had not heard for long
Giving lips the shape of half a moon
It makes me feel warm
Reminds me the long way I've come from
And that the sun will rise again
Very soon
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