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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Fate has left a bitterness lingering In the autumn air The sky, now stained like a sheet of glass as dusk draws near. Children bundled in their armor of feathery coats, "mothers yelling! it's time for them to go." I'm perched, fixated on brick and mortar that once held your belongings within. Now as empty as the vessel that held your vitals in Death comes, it comes for us all it takes us all by the hand Those who remain though, They remain frozen, stuck in the sand. This being where I find myself as the color changing mosaic above me begins fading beneath the land. I am cursed, he took you because of me. I became to content, happiness filled every shadowed crevice of my darkened void so to spite me He took away my love, my Joy I have prayed to God I have spoken with the Holy spirit I have ask for forgiveness before my day turns to night Vengeance, however is in my heart As he is on my mind The darkness that now consumes me Is darker than the day has become La Luna ashamed of his treachery And his thirst for blood I'll creep through the shadows Lurking through the dark of night Till I find his hideous soul By now I'm sure it's buried deep within another vessel I've been given one night The time at dusk till dawn He cannot hide not from the gifts that were given By the ancient one I have made a pact My vengeance, for my life His death ironically becomes my own But with my death our soul reunite We both shall return home. R.K.H 10/23/2021
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