And Death Concedes...
where, o death, have you lain your rootswhen you yourself lain to rest by a Master of Truths
where the shadows ran away at the whisper of His voice?
have not your agents run in fear, or where they given choice
to live and to prosper, though their cause was lost
the moment they gazed upon the hollow victory they cost?
perhaps the knowledge is cloaked to us who still walk
but remember me, death, for one day we'll talk
Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-04-01 at 23:13
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