Member Poem

Four faces flicker in shattered glass,
Each form a fragment, each voice a past.
One laughs in fire, one drowns in cold,
One whispers wisdom, one wars for gold.

They walk apart, yet bear the same name,
Each a kingdom, yet none remain.
Through veils of years, through masks of doubt,
The self they sought was cast without.

But shards can bleed, yet still align,
As rivers merge through fate’s design.
No single shade can claim the throne,
For none are whole when left alone.

The storm unites what time divides,
The self that splinters, yet survives.
A thousand echoes, a single tongue,
At last, one heart, complete, begun.