nicolibellamont

A World Apart

He had familiar eyes

And he stared with a gaze

Cursing the souls

Of those long since past

The Wanderers caste 

Between Two Worlds

And apart from all others 

they cried

"that I might live again"

Yet he, not unlike the others

Worlds Apart

And Laid to waste in the nothing

That his heart should bare

Would shine in the essence

Of both life and death

Between this world and theirs

 



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