It disappeared, vanished without a trace
No sign, no proof, a truly mysterious case
I might have missed it, or is it still there?
I was vigilant, sure! But did I care?
Broad daylight, it sparkled, magnificent
On foggy days, it beamed, persistent
On rainy spells, it sang, innocent
Darkest nights, it glowed, significant
The dream lost in memory
Fragile hope consumed, moribund
Dueled by false testimony
And fueled by a seething band
What inconsolable fate
Aligned to torment my soul
Maligned and digressed by hate
And break what once was whole
Speak:
Thank you for reading this poem. I decided to do a 10, 9, 8, 7-meter poem to feel the extra kick of difficulty. Then I realized, it was indeed hard for a beginner like me. Good thing islanders from the Isle of Write offered to help. You can come visit us anytime. Special thanks to 
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