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His time has come

He walks about in the night, with veined arms and blood stained claws,
Running from the ghosts haunting his past , escaping death's jaws.

The healing factor was his gift; made him live for ling,
Made him dwell in solitude while the telepaths and beasts were gone.

After these long days, of future past, redemption is all that he seeks.
Age is finally taking its toll on him; his skin old and muscles weak.

So he might be someone's worst nightmare or a hero for some,
But this is the end of Logan's legacy; his time has come...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 6/18/2017 4:13:00 AM
A very beautiful written poem, yeah it s true either early or late but everyone s time is due to come and it will come earlier than our thoughts so we should prepare ourselves however I m new on this site and would really appreciate if you could find time to read my poems and give your honest reviews about them
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