Silver threads of moonlight fallen, Shadows echo shades of nights farewell. Spiders eye a life now broken. Sheathed in silence, ancient sounds now wake Seems a promise, a tradition unbeknownst wont wait. Brilliant fossil blind by faith, worn by fate. Brings us love , brings us hate. Brings us nothing. bring us bait.
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Posted: Nov 2019
About this poem:
Started it along time ago. finished just now on here. wanted to put it to rest in my mind.
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