Poem 2

**I really enjoy writing/brain-storming poems. They are probably not that good, but I guess it's good since I wrote it in 5 minutes. Hehe.

*Please don't be mad if you were expecting a proper chapter. Haha. #rekt

The Forgotten City

Comes and goes,

Wanderers of the city.

It is common,

to see and meet new, fresh bloods.

Out of the hundreds, oh no, thousands,

how many would remain as time mercilessly passes?

The truth is always harsh.

Zero is always the answer.

Even I, the loyal citizen of the beautiful city,

will eventually wither and die.

One day, I shall be forgotten,

as the new bloods take my role.

And they would believe,

like I once did,

that they will remain forever.

WitheringLeaf

^inspired by discord chat btw. When chat dies.... ^^

It actually is quite thought-provoking if you read it properly. Nothing is eternal...

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