Monday, 10 November 2014

Life and Time

The light will shine upon the beauty
skin that will wither so ugly

talons shall pluck your eyes
grip on the faith that never dies

For I will be the life bearer
surf through the stars a wanderer

devoid of the pain and sorrow
hide in shame in dark burrow

My sight will forever be gone
time shall race against the setting sun

and in the twilight of human spirit
listen to the echo in the gathering mist

*This is my original composition, words and all
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