A Forgotten Freedom
It is dark here;
Dark and quiet and full of peace.
Under my feet lies a white carpet,
Soft and deep.
The purest crystals drip from the trees,
Tinkling their dainty secrets to the wind.
And above?
I look up into the stained-glass sky of a hollowed cathedral;
The northern lights dancing their blessings over me.
This is not darkness.
This is not death.
This is freedom.
And it is beautiful to me.
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