Welcome Release
Running through the meadow gasping for a breath,Rider closing in, I know I am close to death.
I hear the sword swishing through the morning air,
Missing me by an inch, I feel it near my hair.
My bare feet are pounding the hard packed earth,
Never looking back, running for all I am worth.
My family all murdered, I know my fate,
My legs keep moving, I am running on burning hate.
I hear the sword again, slicing through my back,
I know I won't survive this brutal attack.
Suddenly I feel an overpowering peace,
Death has claimed me, glorious welcome release.
Poetry by Queen
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Written on 2005-10-17 at 18:41
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