Solitary Souvenir

Tall, taller than the sky
I stand high and dry
Roots of grandeur
My surroundings barren
Devoid of earthly luster
Delicious hope for the hunter

Necessary isolation, they say
Vagabond ship in the drought, I say
Darkest shadow of the Captain
Lone hoverer in the cabin
Ebbing remnants of the crew
Immersing silence into the blue

Last piece of the present
Rustiness omnipresent
Compassion gone astray
Callous frost and decay
Legacy filled with tears
After all, I’m a solitary souvenir

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