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Echoes of Fent: A Poetic Lament by Anonymous
In the underworld's embrace, where shadows dance,
And Fent whispers promises, entrancing trance,
There, I've seen friends, lost in the haze,
Chasing relief, in the labyrinth's maze.
Thin blue line, the harbinger of doom,
Too many times, it's danced in this room,
A silent specter in the night, takes the stage,
Leaving in its wake, unspoken rage.
There, a friend lay, eyes vacant, pale,
His laughter and dreams, a silent tale,
A casualty of war, in the blink of an eye,
Underneath the influence, watched him die.
The echo of that moment, a chilling scream,
Still visits me, a relentless dream,
The taste of regret, the weight of the sin,
The war against Fent, a war from within.
Now, in the quiet dawn of recovery's day,
I pen this lament, for those swept away,
A reminder of the cost, the pain, the strife,
And the precious, fragile gift of life.
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