Only in combat with
the greatest warriors
may thou, pallid Death,
gaze knowingly upon
thine own reflection.
(May be incorporated/expanded into a larger piece)
O time, unrelenting master. Cast me not from your side. Thy great river
Goes on with no beginning, nor an end. You ebb and flow, as life
And death. O’ tell me time, “are you a line?” Or but formless,
Shapeless ether. I bid you drown me not. Don’t yet
Put out my flame. Let me shine a little
Brighter before the dark. Then I,
Humbled upon my knees,
Will gladly pay
My dues.
COMMENTS
I really love this.
Such classical finesse.
Lovely..
Thank you! That's what I was going for! :)
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