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“The Golden,” Poem by Noah Douglas
The Golden
Poem by Noah Douglas
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Though ages come and go, men live and pass, famine and war rage, and the world mourns, there still lies a beauty old.
It burns like fire in the night, and reflects the sun of light.
It rises out of abyssal darkness, and touches heavenly splendor to bless us with golden dreams.
Despite the envious claws of sublunary indignity, golden hope burns like Sirius in the shadow.
It was here when my eyes opened. It will be here when they dim and I am lowered into the ground.
It persists forever, until the dark has been swallowed, and all that’s vile has lost
