"Moon Cementary"

Merge with stone,
the poorest of suns,
in void lost forever,
by brothers' glory surrounded
shining within the light,
no more will you speak deeply
from the icy coffin,
The Moon cementary Awaits.



Poetry by Golem
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Written on 2007-02-26 at 13:27

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