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Clouded faces, unraveled graces

enchanted tunnels of a ruined city

Guided by clustered lights fallen from heaven’s traces

Man proceeds on a distant excursion

Surrounded by emerald forests and blistering storms

Influenced by Renaissance and Medievalism of Florence eluding our memory

Travels promise family inquisition and mystical empowerment beyond belief

Blood baths and traps of hell seem wrenching

But selfish desires and abandonment of mentors and nurses

Bring forth the deadly fates into hearts

Leaving virtues of the left and right cheek

to be left with the forgotten Untermensch

The Savior is no more for those whose blood is wine

but the same fires scorned of greed are left

with fortune; left with nothing

Born to never die in banishment.

Central Europe

Nicilija Macklis