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City of the dead,
The ancestral legacy will someday ensue,
The Promised Land will soon beckon me to its gates.
Befallen
With such a blackened vision,
I let go of one very meaningful sigh
For there's no telling when,
For there's no saying how,
For there's no knowing why
Never have I felt this down to earth,
The grass I'm stepping on will turn the tables one day
As the tombstones are stuck on the ground, so will I
Crestfallen,
I settle into submission
And let out a breath of acceptance
"So be it" I say
One last good look before I head away,
Emotions gone as grey as the light of day
Death whispers Her parting words,
"We shall meet again, but next time it will be forever"
I smile, only to say "I'm glad I still have you then"
 ~Cries_With_Wolves~ · Mon Jul 07, 2008 @ 05:53pm · 0 Comments |
