Age of Peace---Andaree
The long gone peace from my Earth ached to be his -
The black soul to seethe from vampires’ kiss.
Lives mucked,but,yet to build rage!
Almost a closed cage,
In his mind,
Age.
Like a kind-
Narration of Sage,
He reversed diary page!
Today his keen future seemed to cease,
The long gone peace from my Earth ached to be his.......
Copyright © Adri Dew | Year Posted 2015
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