With every beginning.
A story will begin to unfold.
The walls have stood for too long,
Ages have come and gone,
And time has left its mark.
The first cracks meant nothing,
Nor the second or third.
But the sum of all will.
Strength spent in ages past,
Comes to a silent end,
And then the wall falls.
No sooner than the first stone lands,
All what has been kept away is free,
And comes rushing in in waves.
The collected fears,
Long forgotten dreams,
Bittersweet pain.
All things come to an end.
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