fear not
the time is near
waiting for the time to cheer
creeping through the gnarly woods
tripping through the midnight roots
growing on the midnight rain
of blood and guts and pain
but
only when the time is near
shall dawn arise
and people hear
the news of one
and followed - many
but through the heat of time to pass
may i worship my life
until the end
my soul unites within my body
crystal tears
and glass of
sharp eyes
soul spirals
down the stairs into hell
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book of poetry
PoetryLovely poetry for you and me to share The sun sets as i stare Into your eyes so brown so blue The airy breeze that blows soft cottony cottons frolicking rabbits brown, green, red, yellow foxes dance in the meadows. In poetry lane where it sometimes...
