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Forest
Apr 11, 2010 19:33:42 GMT 1
Post by Shylock on Apr 11, 2010 19:33:42 GMT 1
As the forest cold grace Under autumn’s embrace Lays a veil across my eyes Shadows darken my path
Cold winds tear at my face No light guiding my way I can’t govern my soul I am lost to this world
I’m arraigned for the crimes Accusations of old I am charged with the guilt I can never forget
Closing in all around Trees imprisoning me Tie my limbs to the ground By the roots of despair
From the depths of the wood The denizens amass Wiry forms, smells of earth Rotting leafs and decay
Who of you by ruling Can add a single hour to my life?
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