I totally made poetry, even though I am not good at it
White
Hope, purity, vindication
White and glistening
a reflection of things not yet come
things to be fulfilled
and things to be happy for
the reflections of what we await
what we hope to see, but
not in reflection
no, rather, in action and memory
to experience and remember, making us
White and pure
Full and glowing
bursting with the brightness
of innocence and youth
untainted by the grasp of reality
and nihilistic cynicism
nay, for that is...
vindictive and cold
uncaring of the mortal coil
a tyrant of both shameful truth
and biting deceit
a master of both faces
and equally distant
searching for comfort
in mastering those around him
but still so cold and lonely
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