Scarce Rest

lostinfantasy

Lay down your head, for a while

let it rest upon the sands of time.

You don't have to choose

a new battle just yet,

although many have begun...

 

In person's mind,

in the world around,

that's spinning in a constant chaos.

 

With it's rumbling sway,

each and every day,

showing it's jaws on display.

 

So rest your head now.

Guard it from all that's insane.

And prepare for a time when

you will have to

fight again.

 

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