Poem: Elysium, by Malhaar Gupte

Where life was conceived,
Where the hungry ghost feeds,
Where even the gods bleed,
For they are not gods but
Ancient flawed mortals with
Mystical stories of humble deeds,
Where the edge of existence
Falls into darkness and the cosmos
Shines upon the horizon that we all see.

‘Tis here that when she
Drew her last breath,
The Elysium flowers blossomed and
Beget life in her once again,
Many venture on this perilous voyage,
For redemption or for solace,
Their life travels to Elysium,
Where the flowers
Compose a cosmic garden,
Overlooking the terrestrial ground.

‘Tis here where one day,
We shall all gather and meet,
‘Tis here where one day,
We find lost friends and family,
‘Tis here where one day,
We dine together over a feast,
‘Tis here where one day,
We share our mystical stories.

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