To the doors of dusk and dawn,
To the end of wolf and fawn,
To the world so deep in dread
To the ones we wished dead
To the effortless yet graceful fool
To the lone that's mind's so cool
To the heat of the lover's head
To clean the sins that they do shed
To the quiet and to the loud
To the cowards and to the proud
To the ones of life and death
To your only, last, failing breath
To the world so dark and cold,
To the young and to the old,
To the weak with song unsung,
To the sheath of sword unswung.
To the beginning and to the end,
To the message you never send,
To the life you'll never live,
To the love you'll never give.
To the blood in your vein
To the feel of festered pain
To the end of life so proud
So that silence screams so loud.
Copyright © Rex Titus | Year Posted 2006
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