The Dark Ages

February 28, 2014

forces of Darkness quever never ending tales

ocean waves carry distant cries

The never ending ache on our backs

sleepless night with dancing bits

hope are here for an unchanging soul

wisdom is hear for a waving heart

though man shall not live by bread alone

We too shal live as long as we Live.

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