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Tick, tock of the high wall clock, As Time crawls by with a grin on its face. Musky scents mark your place In this dilapidated prison cell. Your heart is filled with tedious yearning And your mind by monotony, As the clock sings its rhythmic pace To its ensnared prison mates. Silence settles like a new winter’s snow, Cold and frigid but not unwelcome. An easy escape from today’s duties Perhaps today will be the last? How does she feel, forever trapped, With no way out except one? ...

Don’t wander near the roads, her father had warned her. The roads were rampant with vagrants and highwaymen, but Alma had a poor sense of direction and a lack of awareness for her surroundings, so it was only natural that she found herself wandering far from the safety of the troupe again. She was a child and often lost herself in silly fantasies, but now Alma imagined herself to be in a fix, and a bad one at that, when she heard the beat of hooves and a whinny at her back. She let her hand s...

Don’t wander near the roads, her father had warned her. The roads were rampant with vagrants and highwaymen, but Alma had a poor sense of direction and a lack of awareness for her surroundings, so it was only natural that she found herself wandering far from the safety of the troupe again. She was young and often lost herself in silly fantasies, but now Alma imagined herself to be in a fix, and a bad one at that, when she heard the beat of hooves and a whinny at her back. She let her hand str...

If I should die And you should live There’s just one thing I would want you to give: Just a little of your time so the memory lives on As nobody would want to be forgotten If I should die And you should live on All I would want is a little gravestone With a few odd flowers and a photo too That much will just have to do If I should die And you should live long Don’t worry for me about where I’ve gone Since I believe there’s neither Hell nor Heaven Just a hole in the ground for my little coffin

It is one of the basic matters of life to be born, to thrive, and to die. It’s a continuous cycle no one can break free of, like how the sun rises and sets just as surely as how time alternates between the drought and monsoon season. You are brought into the world and taught the way to live; you can either follow the advice and thrive, or ignore it and die. Although we all look out for each other in our tight-knit herd, when the hunters arrive and the fear sets in, we don’t have time to warn ...