ARS MORIENDI

Fiddle play me answer to this riddle, why does past hide away, in the voice of ti's may not may? Why am I left alone outside the ways, even by the cursed , deadly fays, sometimes I think that hell alone, woudnt even allow me to reach its throne. Golem. Theres a ring to tis name, not of glory, nor of fame, yet strangly it may seem, how it pushes me away, yet trying to redeem. Do not blame thy eyes, as nor even God tries, to see one as me, left alone , but... still as a stone.



Poetry by Golem
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Written on 2007-02-20 at 08:24

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