Before us great Death stands
Our fate held close within his quiet hands.
When with proud joy we lift Life's red wine
To drink deep of the mystic shining cup
And ecstasy through all our being leaps-
Death bows his head and sadly weeps.
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My Random Poems
PoésieAll of these are from my account on allpoetry.com If you want to check out my profile.. the username is RebelLoveSongxx I hope you enjoy these poems!!
