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To be immortal, eternal To last throughout the ages To stand above all others Written of by the Sages To battle through adversity Overcome all of the odds Lay low all of your enemies Ascend to the realm of Gods Hear the melody of your tale Pour from the mouths of Bards Your cunning and your trickery Your proclivity for dice and cards Your saving of maiden Your taking of the same Your duplicitous nature The building of your name So many disguises, outfits, faces A new person for every event so many skills to learn and master All or your time is used now, spent You have stretched far, a longish span A passing storm heard in the distance A raging power, destroyer of worlds A torrent of change at your insistence You step into the glow of life’s evening Looking back on this long trip A small smile brightens, tired eyes As into past dreams you slowly slip Eternal? Immortal? throughout the ages? Who cares of these things? What matter the Sages? Fully lived lives are the answer Moments grasped firm, held tightly As the end must come for us all Go to your end Proudly, not lightly
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 7:35 PM UTC
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To be immortal, eternal To last throughout the ages To stand above all others Written of by the Sages To battle through adversity Overcome all of the odds Lay low all of your enemies Ascend to the realm of Gods Hear the melody of your tale Pour from the mouths of Bards Your cunning and your trickery Your proclivity for dice and cards Your saving of maiden Your taking of the same Your duplicitous nature The building of your name So many disguises, outfits, faces A new person for every event so many skills to learn and master All or your time is used now, spent You have stretched far, a longish span A passing storm heard in the distance A raging power, destroyer of worlds A torrent of change at your insistence You step into the glow of life’s evening Looking back on this long trip A small smile brightens, tired eyes As into past dreams you slowly slip Eternal? Immortal? throughout the ages? Who cares of these things? What matter the Sages? Fully lived lives are the answer Moments grasped firm, held tightly As the end must come for us all Go to your end Proudly, not lightly
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ned-carter
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 7:35 PM UTC
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