Poetry · Writing

Sanctuary

Hidden in walls and masks. Safety in exile and closure. Fortune flees across waters and walls for masks and exile. Steel walls storing away silver pendants and gold bars from the eyes and sun. Men in stained uniforms and outdated tactics guard treasures from restless souls. Freeing these demons from their captivity will be glorious.

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