Passionless passions of emotions not wrought
by the magics of ancient metal, of being more powerful
than one could imagine in this new world
destined for greatness as they all believe,
except for the rest who believe the opposite.
~
These are the mettle that keep me awake
in the long nights destined to be
treated like the evils of the four monkeys
or like that fundamental truth of society
never to be seen or heard but to be known the same.
~
Mores, folkways, norms, values
these are the things that make all ask "why"
as they are each shown loyalty
for those seeking solace in the night.
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This was so profound and thought provoking. Loved your poem!