Note: My first attempt at writing in an Iambic pentameter. Phew, that was hard. Fun, but hard. Inspired loosely by the Dune series. As in, I had Lady Jessica in my mind a lot when I was writing this… Muad’Dib’s mother.. Don’t know why.. 
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The words I know, and moments sunk in time
cannot suffice to mend this burning sphere
For I am lost in words that no more rhyme
and ghosts of people who were never here
It scares me that this world is changed to fire,
A desert fuelled by hate and crude despair
And all of these betrayals leave me tired
Cannot one see how hard I tried to care?
May I tell you a secret? We could stay;
and I could swear to never speak of Rain
Within your deep embrace I’d find escape,
Though we both know I bleed these words in vain,
For there is little you would have me say
And I love you in ways words can’t explain.
The Revolution Breathes Fire 