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The Departure
When Strangers Become Mountains
A booming sound announces his departure
Ravens dance on rooftops, a dark rapture
Some laugh, while many cry
The sun sets, day ends with a sigh
A sad, beautiful scene in hues of red
Confirming time lost will never be shed
The dead live long, while the living die young
A stranger leaves his home, his story unsung
His past buried in snow, mountains high
His present fleeting, searching for the why
His future eternal, winds can’t erase
He departs slowly, leaving no trace
His train pulled by Western horses at last
Towards the end of stories, shadows cast
Light held captive in the eyes of bats
His spirit leaves, never looking back
The past lingers on, a ghost in our midst
Broken swords, spears, and tattered clothes reminisced
Silent people hold lost images in their eyes
Emerging from between the lines of their goodbyes
