The Day
It all used to be so plain as Day
Again nothing to explain away
Much was written about what was said
Something hidden close behind the lines
Battles wore you down your borrowed gown
Chapters stolen from the Light, afraid
Went with the mask worn over the face just look
How pale your eyes have grown just ask the book
Is pages long by now so grey
It used to be so plain, as Day .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers

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Written on 2017-07-27 at 08:12




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