Death and his house

by Silverbrant   Apr 25, 2006


Death sits in his chair
His fine dark wood chair
Outside his house
At the end of the world
In his stable
A white stallion glows
Next to the house
Under soft blue skies
Surrounded by life

Death surrounded by life
At the end of the world
Death wrapped in black
Wrapped in green
Wrapped in blue
Wrapped in black

What was i thinking:s

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  • 17 years ago

    by Silverbrant

    Im random and thats lots of fun:)

  • 18 years ago

    by DBM

    Creepy... crazy... and quite good. What WERE you thinking, ne?

    *DeAtHbYmOnKeYs*

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