By WFTS
Darkness becomes stronger
While light fades ever longer
Breath becomes cold and crisp
The goddess of death gives a kiss.
This boys life lived well
With peace and prosperity,
He has many stories to tell
That add strength and clarity
But, this poor king lives no longer
So to thee we write a book
'The king that never conquered'
Will have another look
A chance to look
A chance to be
A chance to see what could never be
So light shines every brighter
At the end of this forsaken tunnel
This boy born a fighter
Gave many lives a struggle
Born a king
Reborn to clinging
Staying strong
Fighting on
The light becomes stronger
While the darkness fades longer Breath become warm
I am reborn
YOU ARE READING
Life~
PoetryThis is a poem so I really can't describe, but its about rebirth so.... hear you go (^～^)
