"Who will Live to Tell the Story?" #76...
Who will Live...
Blood red skies
So full of goodbyes...
I never planned on leaving this world
until I was old and grey...
I was once the hunter,
Proud and strong of who I was...
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See it lie forlorn and resolute
A blackened rose not fit for two...
In darkness of the night
I spied him in a tree...
You visit me
And I fade into unconsciousness...
She pushes away anyone
who tires to care...
Where shadowed valley's crevace, brushed along...
The light hath never seen so dark a corner of the...
As the doors slams shut
i get left in darkness...
Eyes
glinting...