There stood a city in the mountains 'cross the desert way
- a desert cast in monochrome and gray -
There lies an ancient battlefield, blue steel, white sky
- where tabards too and banners fly -
There stands a man, had walked since winter's time
- a lark among the pines -
A shaman man who swings his staff about the sky
- of yet another darkened lie -
A man that fought with death, disease, and earthly ties
- while he fought with death the candle died -
And walked into the argent purple wind of summer days
- where the same life lingers in a lovely way-
And found his rest within my pen, forevermore
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Author:
Reivax Camlost (
Offline) - Published: September 4th, 2016 08:55
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Comments2
I believe you mean, "Argent."
why thank you, how astute to have noticed. It will be amended posthaste.
You don't need to 'defend' Severus.
Your buddy,neighbor,bro or alter ego could speaks for Himself.
Whether he wears a Black/White hat or not ,and whether he poses upside Down,I could Still see the ironing board ...And it makes me 😁😂👅👎
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