Song
Until drippings of light cease from the days hallow hole,
A veiled moon veils spirits, love carries all our might
Through the bleakness, for what happiness may come
From the wars beating drum in the middle of the night?
Greet death with happiness in this time we should be sleeping.
Greet the morning in death's dreams, sleeping rather than weeping.
Copyright © Andrew Pierce | Year Posted 2012
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