TWO I

If sometimes you lost hath ye yer past, know this ye must, fallow a day till it becomes eve, close thy eyes and let them not perceive, move on forward guided by the moon light, see it not as this is thy fight, once you open them, moon shall appear, thus realize the darkness, fear , fear , fear, and when day raises over the night, all tho it may seem bright, you miss the moon, and the wolfs howling, you see, thats thy minds prowling.



Poetry by Golem
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Written on 2007-02-20 at 10:42

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