On the cold ground all alone,
Back on path of cobblestone,
The night is but a faint glow,
Thoughts timelessly fade.
Each breath strongly overblown,
Bound burdens on brittle bone,
Light is fading so very slow,
Life- quiet by Death's blade.
Sight has begun waning thin,
Dust to dust as you begin,
Dripping drops from dying eye,
Breathless beats breakdown.
In the cold ground all alone,
Covered by the cobblestone,
Hidden from the light of sky,
Lost all his renown.
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Book of Dreams
PoetryThis is going to be a poem collection: some happy, some sad, and other to make you wonder. Each one has been rooted in some kind of dream I had or just a thought bubble I've been stuck on. Please give feedback, it would be the best way for me to imp...
