Death is a fornicator
A ransom note for the disposed
whose banner is waylaid
along the dusty road.
The Valiant are shorn of hope
as an immortal fog chastises
their very existence
mishappen and duly noted
Hope can no longer bloom.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 2:06 PM UTC
Death is a fornicator
A ransom note for the disposed
whose banner is waylaid
along the dusty road.
The Valiant are shorn of hope
as an immortal fog chastises
their very existence
mishappen and duly noted
Hope can no longer bloom.
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