Talia's Desolations

That is when we come undone

For everything unsaid our undoing

Into a mist of a swerve

A kiss is served, only at the finals

There is no more fable

But another you, devoid of tropes

Followed by many tropes illuminate

Followed by the stars shined back at you

You had your shares of stars and jewels

The stars you put on your hair

Did they make a crown

Or a laureate with rose gold

Did the stars in your eyes

Light up your way in the dark

Or is darkness only your cover

To blanket you in its warmth

Far across the golden hall

You could hear the morning bell

It’s another time for another prayer

Make this my prayer of you

May the stars always shine through you

And through you, a feather

Touches the stars on your hair

And falls down like autumn leaf

Your leaves never fell like stars do

Unfinished verses by Moria

Civ VI, 7.2

The delicate world unthwarted us

Caught in the breeze and the blade

Dusk is only a skin deep in water

To lay the doubt and lay in doubt

Never knowing which is to reach

Never knowing which way to jump

Maybe the only way is back to you

Maybe that signals you are young

Your galloping uneasiness is at ease

Waist deep in desperations

It’s only a desolation

Floating architecture of prawns

You knew this point so well

You played your cards so well

We do not know the cards

Somehow it is the charm

Through the days and through the years

Through the nights without fears

Gathering branches by the fireplace

It is the only fire we kindled

The one near the shore doesn’t count

Fireflies have gathered at your seat

Or might have blossomed in your name

Your name being an old name

The delicate world had sold us to dusts.

A tentative reply by Professor Cometes

To dear Moria, please stop using Talia’s namesake.