Etched Onto the Stars - The Winds of Sorrow

Part I
Part II

This will be a very short poem, concluding this three-part super long blogpost.

After venturing through conflicts, brutal yet mutual;
and all those little things that led to rebuttal,
we concluded this chapter with sorrow so minimal,
and are walking towards the future of revival.

Let the winds of sorrow forsake us from our pain,
and mesmerize us all in the dignity of gain.
Let it devour the various challenges that we've slain,
and embrace our destiny in the midst of the rain.

The party was over, and sparks shone the night,
scintillating the darkness too young, too bright.
Many paths were forged, branching out of sight;
whichever will we choose, it depends on our might.

As our clock is ticking and our days are over,
our bonds will loosen, break, and wither.
Let our memories be etched onto the stars, forever;
they will last until the end of time, whenever.

- End of Part III