Post by Stargo! on Oct 30, 2008 3:04:18 GMT
The rode is long,
and the rode is steep.
Oh, the rode is long,
and it is steep!
The sun is dieing in the west,
Dieing in the west.
I too, die with the sun,
Dieing, ever dieing!
A black fills the land,
as all light flees the land.
Alone with the dead,
a whisper lingers on the air.
A whisper of a lost hope,
a failed dream, a lament of past wrongs.
Death shall seep under door and through window,
and all will fall.
© Anna E. Hutchings, 2008
and the rode is steep.
Oh, the rode is long,
and it is steep!
The sun is dieing in the west,
Dieing in the west.
I too, die with the sun,
Dieing, ever dieing!
A black fills the land,
as all light flees the land.
Alone with the dead,
a whisper lingers on the air.
A whisper of a lost hope,
a failed dream, a lament of past wrongs.
Death shall seep under door and through window,
and all will fall.
© Anna E. Hutchings, 2008
