Cave
Bleeding on bed of thorns
I descried a cave of woe alluring
End of that happiness dwells .
Leaving the cave of body
life flees with the messenger of
death to her final home .
Seasons sleep in the cave
of time to reappear with the call
of the piper Earth .
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