Poetry, Quill


I wonder when my darkness fades,

And the silent night stops whispering,

For it tells me of blood curling tales,

And the lost souls that sat twittering,

The skylark wonders for only a moment,

If the world was mine and mine alone,

In my memories it shall always stay,

For I shall die,

all alone.

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