written by: RayFed
Of choice and chance, where thought has danced, across the darkening sky, streaked beams of lightened hopes and dreams like tears from lovers eyes.
Forever, never be there more, alight death’s-grin on the darkened door, to lay upon a wicked dread, a heavy yoke upon your head.
How roses fragrant with decay and wilt like sheaves so wretched reaped, in proper time, kill willful minds, as others thoughts have steeped.
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