Reborn: Evolving From Nothing / Reborn: Evolving From Nothing Chapter 52

Excerpt from the Written Poetry of the Anomalous Anomaly, year unknown .

A Dancing Fox, A New Dawn

Sunlight beckons, a new dawn’s day,

Chasing away the dark night’s grey .

Proud hills and white forests covered the eye,

A frozen world beneath a bold blue sky .

In this new dawn, there danced a white fox,

In glittering snow, and ice, and frost .

From tree to tree, from hill to hill,

The fox danced wherever she will .

Come dawn, come noon, the fox yet spun,

A dance of joy, a dance of fun .

Now marches on, the evening’s dark,

Does that free dance yet fall apart?

Nay, that white fox dances true,

From dawn to dusk, she begins anew .

And as the light yet fades to grey,

That fox prepares a new dawn’s day .

Excerpt from assorted letters found in the ruins of the World Sealed From Time, author unknown .

Life

Life is pretty rough, not always fair and not always fun,

Remember, my friend, that after darkness does come the Sun .

Look not to the darkness, send your eyes to the sky,

Best friend, smile, and think, the adventures we will fly!

For yes life can be rough, but it can also be great,

The mystery, the wonder, don’t tarry or be late!

Dance with a smile, spin with a grin,

Fight off the sad, know you will win!

I’ve got faith in you, shrimp, you’re a trooper, you are,

Things have been rough, but I know you’ll make it quite far .

So yes, fickle life, is it a dream or a curse?

Let the light in you grow, happy feelings do nurse!

—– —– —– —– —– .

Excerpt from the Written Poetry of the Anomalous Anomaly, year unknown

—– —– —– —– —– .

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A Dancing Fox, A New Dawn .

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.

.

Sunlight beckons, a new dawn’s day, .

.

Chasing away the dark night’s grey

.

Proud hills and white forests covered the eye, .

.

A frozen world beneath a bold blue sky

.

In this new dawn, there danced a white fox, .

.

In glittering snow, and ice, and frost

.

From tree to tree, from hill to hill, .

.

The fox danced wherever she will

.

Come dawn, come noon, the fox yet spun, .

.

A dance of joy, a dance of fun

.

Now marches on, the evening’s dark, .

.

Does that free dance yet fall apart? .

.

Nay, that white fox dances true, .

.

From dawn to dusk, she begins anew

.

And as the light yet fades to grey, .

.

That fox prepares a new dawn’s day

.

.

—– —– —– —– —– .

Excerpt from assorted letters found in the ruins of the World Sealed From Time, author unknown

—– —– —– —– —– .

– .

Life .

– .

.

Life is pretty rough, not always fair and not always fun, .

.

Remember, my friend, that after darkness does come the Sun

.

Look not to the darkness, send your eyes to the sky, .

.

Best friend, smile, and think, the adventures we will fly! .

.

For yes life can be rough, but it can also be great, .

.

The mystery, the wonder, don’t tarry or be late! .

.

Dance with a smile, spin with a grin, .

.

Fight off the sad, know you will win! .

.

I’ve got faith in you, shrimp, you’re a trooper, you are, .

.

Things have been rough, but I know you’ll make it quite far

.

So yes, fickle life, is it a dream or a curse? .

.

Let the light in you grow, happy feelings do nurse! .

.

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