Dead man's hand

Reivax Camlost

Chimes are sighing times of lying overshadow laughter-song

Shadows flying gladness trying in these times of shatter-song

Shines the dying sadness prying fickle friend called fate

Lines on pallid hands write ballads to a thirst for vengeance sate

Climbs the crying swan-tail diving sickle scythe of death

Renounce with reverence life's last severance at one's final breath

 

  • Author: Reivax Camlost (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 29th, 2016 12:18
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  • Augustus

    Just how do we all deal with death? The scythe eventually catches us all. Thanks for sharing.

    • Reivax Camlost

      Thank you, for your feedback.



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