Chapter 110: Unhappy

All happy families are alike;

every unhappy family is

unhappy in its own way.

Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

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An Old Copy of the Same Thing

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A published note

A story unfolds

Within the mighty pen,

the ink blots,

Quite involuntary

and then the villain rose.

Ruthless, strong

An enemy too capable

To meet the same hero

A protagonist's forlough

also stronger in four

But to be challenged in core

of the plot's sudden corrosion

There, the virtues are missing

Totally devoid of joy, happiness

In a lengthy spiral

of its own sorrowful way

The state and other affairs

Unhappy, by its own process

Yet, hopeful in sight

The succession of desires

The singing and the longing

The soul's own upbrimging

Totally aware, some of the tunes

Indirect melody of the gloom

But to publish, it must be

Continue the heritage

The legends and big dreams

On love and faith, reunited

Never to be waited

in vain, and such endless twister

The order of the tone

Given a primary whisper

Into the spirit that shiver

By the sight and affect

A thorough unhappiness

Defines the coldness

In a seemingly happy wonder

To go on, to edit

Print the story of greatness

By creating dimensions

And the physical laws

Time,

To be continued

Intellectual property of norms

Narrating the familiar,

A volume of copyrights

And detailing the unfamiliar

In a union of radars

of several ghosts

Keeping the necessary thought

An important promotion

Losing her prince

No matter how charming

There, beneath a thing

Unidentified still

But so strongly conceived

Nothing else shall grieve

A heart that was missing

A piece of the wandering clue

Uninterruptible residue

The marriage of hope

A solemn duty to forego

Yet, malignant in truth

Intricately designed

Violation of Astrological signs

A meaningless copyright

Is he coming?

Is she patient?

Will love ultimately unite?

Unhappy in its own kind

Clearly drawn from the crowd

Passion and the crown

The distance of a far away star

Keeping the said hope alive

The longing presence, felt

And the faith restored

A sure way to hold

That the light

Wanted to show

Space, and concept of time

The universe expands, unharmed

By the truest nature of things

Into the peril of life, 

notwithstanding, a truth

Life goes on amused

Time does not wait

Villains or heroes remain

Everybody must sway

To the blowing wind regard

Adjusting their white sail

Not to sink, the oblivion!

But to carefully reverse

From the conserved love of fools

Within, not without

Foolish enough

The battle cry starts

Ezra Dunster, Battle Cry

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