May 29, 2020
Immortality is a slave
Held in chains
By Death himself
Death is a just master
And Immortality cares not
For his lack of freedom
Immortality is aware
That he must stay imprisoned
He lives his sentence, content
Death and Immortality
Love each other dearly
But Death can never let his beloved free
Together they could birth wreak and havoc
They keep one another in check
Never to unleash their true potentials
Death is a servant
Immortality holds his reins
And he could never be happier
Neither could be.
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A Red, Red Rose
PoetryA collection of poems I've written about people I've loved. Whether they exist or not as I imagined them is a question I'll never answer. And if I was ever brave enough to confess is another matter as well, one that I'll never divulge, though reali...
