Singer of songs
Teller of tales
The voices are coming nearer
As we walk the path
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Oh, Last hope
Falling rain
Ducking below cavern floors
Hiding beneath stone
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Carrying in my arms
A book of stories
They hold the secrets
Of life and death
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Hot fire
Speaking strong
Giving orders
No second thought
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They search every nook
Looking for what we stole
Breathe slowly
Keep the illusion in place
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And then they pass on,
Continuing to watch
And we slip out of our hiding place
Looking for home
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Crawling along the sharp floor
Sound of rushing water
Flowing over jagged rocks
A waterfall here
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Climbing down the cliff face
Holding you close
Slippery rocks
Fear of death
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Bottom of the canyon
More voices are here
And we hide once again
Whispering a spell
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Full of horror
Twisted monsters
The As'quin
Unfit to live
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And when they travel onward
We look around once more
Slipping out
Out of Hell.
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Stardust
PoésieWe are all made of Stardust Though we know it not We are all the same. Not diffrent. We are all one. - A collection of poems about the natural world. All poems are created by me. Cover made by me! Updated Wednesdays and Saturdays.
