4 March 2017

Reivax Camlost

What can we scribe, to any ends

What will not feel and felt defends

Despair, in guilt and twisted pride

At failure to one's heart confide

And failing, whispers words of shame

"Despair, there is no coming recompense

Despair..."

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Reivax Camlost (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 4th, 2017 12:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • rrodriguez

    Don't despair my friend, keep going.

  • Augustus

    The only recompense is the end which is untenable. Enjoyed.

  • Tony36

    Great write



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