I tread the stairs of Heaven boldly,
Bright and furious, my stars shine on.
Shirk I not, the call of duty,
Brightest blood, in battle splashed,
My armor rings with purpose.
Twilight wanes, the grasp of night,
my eternal embrace in Glory.
Light calls to me, I will away,
my reward secured and rightly.
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tragedy of existence(mid night poetry part 2)
Poetrytragedy of existence : its' the 2nd part of mid night poetry !! there is nothing much it but life is more than we see!and less happy than it seems to be!!! please vote comment and follow and i...
