Beginning of An End
On this
Night
Everything that
Loves will loose.
Everything that lives
At last will die.
Forts will crumble.
Fate will step back
And nap.
Lovers will cry and heartache will
Laugh. Tonight in the
Still Wind Cold.
Copyright © Laura Meese | Year Posted 2005
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