Dance you fool

Dance you fool on all end's day,
cherish all folly in terms of more,
in echoes of skulls that pray
for random signs and a shore.

Dragon smiles and plain dead.
I claim no more than day can be,
declining evening's never said
with hope, nothing more to see.

Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2007-01-20 at 00:30

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Interesting as always, kind of like the explanation of the grasp and loss of hope