Khaldun Atum

Our time has passed, forever lost,
Love departed, emboss nothing,
Shall you leave me, only your loss,
Not a calming, but a raging,
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A day gone, another assunder,
I spend my nights in lost wonder,
Pondering the thought of your love,
And what it could have been like,
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I am the hunter of shadows,
No one see's me,
No ones knows,
Where I am,
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Moon shine leaks from the dark night sky,
Dripping into such a wild animal's eye.
But no more than unto men shall it dim its light,
For a mere mortal shall never see such a night.
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On fire; through the trees,
With one word, I'll remember thee,
A way out is what thy seek,
Any way; this way; that way,
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When will people learn?  
Will they not see that we're hurt the planet so,
Through all the money spent and earned,
No ones sees the planet slow. 
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Poet's Note: If you read the first word of every line, a sentence is spelled out.

Why must I ask thou
Hath thy no love for thee?
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In the dark that fades the day,
Between the trees, I stalk my prey,
Shall be nevermore beautiful,
Than a midsummer day.
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You were here, now you're gone.
Leaving me surrounded, darkness close and afar.
What evil lies in these caves, the caves in which I am a pawn.
I call to you, no answer back.
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A day without rain;
Living without gain.
The tree to thine's eye
Reflects the gray sky.
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Hello my dear, to me you are forever near,
Not a day goes by thee has not crossed thy mind,
Never shall your memory stay always in the rear,
It shall always be up on the front line.
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Your love like no one feeling,
When you're not here, my mind is reeling,
I know about how much you feel like leaving,
But if you leave, I'll die here heaving.
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What has this world come to?
How can youth have gone so wrong?

Do we not see it or do we choose to turn our heads?
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Once upon a midday morning,
The sun rising, the equinox forming,
Hundreds gathered in the temples,
The temples underground, beneath the castles of deepest mourning.  
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A day once more, is all I ask,
Rejection hides behind a mask,
Are you not curious, not at all,
Of who I am, once and for all?
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The life I live, is not a normal one,
You see, I am a shadow hunter, the only one,
I live in shadow, I hunt the light,
To be specific, I stalk, I prey, I fight,
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In the shadows of dawn,
I held my breath;
Awaiting the arrival
Of my impending death.
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Poet's Note: Dear readers, this is an un-finished poem that I never had the same inspiration to finish. Excuse the abrupt ending, but it fits, nevertheless. Thank you.

Thy room submerged; Darkness constricting.
Awaiting light; Thy chest heaving.
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Why must I question our connection?
Art thy no more than a reflection?
Thou must answer with a recollection!
Afraid of what thy might erase?
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Without my eyes, I can still see.
Without my nose, I can still breathe.
Without my ears, I can still hear.
Without my mouth, I can still shout.
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