Blunt be thy quick-eyed stride,
and swifter still thy eternal pride.
Man, with death, hath forged thee, Time,
to bear the last, most heinous crime:
Thou dost writhe the last line and hide
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PennedAI (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A nicely crafted write, enjoyed the read
Thank you
You are very welcome
This poem is so classical in form and style I love it and it speaks to me with great metaphor and rhyme. Lovely a fave
Thank you sorrenbarret, your read is always valued. Thank you for the fav
Great write
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