Time worn keep of knuckle stone
Holds vigil though it sleeps
Pine root swallowed place that was
Where no grain grows to reap
A long lost age of blood and rain
The only tale it tells
Dark grey chunks of parapet
Lay silent where they fell
Forgotten are the curses
And their horrible weight
The dead are ever dreaming
Beneath it's yawning gate
The hold is with fog haunted
It waits for wheel to turn
No age is ever endless
The world just never learns.
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Author:
Quemis (
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Indeed tis is so true (No are is ever endless) Loved the write although I have to admit that did not understand it all it seeming surreal.
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