Discover what was written before the doors close once more,

Let all those frozen memories and hollow doubts fall to the floor.

For what once lived is but a vapor;

So, do not fear those shadows that try to speak your name,

Do not entertain them by playing in their games.

Instead, carry on like ceaseless ships,

Etching lines in the sands of your journey and where you now stand.

This poem was used via NightCafe Creator, an AI art generator, to create the top image. You can view more of my collection here.