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
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Author:
Reivax Camlost (
Offline) - Published: November 29th, 2016 12:18
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Comments1
Just how do we all deal with death? The scythe eventually catches us all. Thanks for sharing.
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