Death Be Written Upon Our Feet
shadows clinch their fist
and grit their teeth
Gray Ghost is no longer free
to move beyond these prison walls
where death be written
upon the soles of our feet
thus, we march toward the
dark gate door that swings the axe
once more
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2011
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