Aging
The tickling of time a dreadful foe The mirror plays a slow, persistent game The field watches her green turns gray The skin welcome her new found mate The face is familiar, yet…
The tickling of time a dreadful foe The mirror plays a slow, persistent game The field watches her green turns gray The skin welcome her new found mate The face is familiar, yet…
In a land where memory haunts A place where the soil sing songs of sorrow Where the air smell of blood and pain Is a longing among beast and men To find a place where the waters…
How time flies leaving behind echoes An imprint of dreams and memories Of good times and bad times A symphony of events past and present When its gone, it's sounds still…
No tiny hands to catch the sun Years of wait turns a bitter tale Where the desert long for a single drop They stand in silence, all alone Like a rain that hangs within the cloud…
In her chamber of deceit she glow Demure in her red crystal ball She smells of berry and pines as she empty her Majestically she sat, waiting for her victim A toast and another…
Put your ears down and listen The gong and the drum beats loud. Sending messages across far distance He who have ears should hear and learn Fill up your void before it falls…
On the tall walls they stood Loud and wide the message of freedom echoes Before them in the outside their attires white as snow But beneath the walls are wolves in sheep…
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