writing The Passage to Death

[Mizune 37]

Another poem, here you go:

 

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Rest weary, razed bones of nacre, you fought well

I am to tell you as story as I shiver in this icy hell

I am a wandr'r, left lonely with only the stars above

Gravity overwhelms my cores in every breath concerning love

 

I am cold, blasted by freezing rain and abyssal aires

I am stricken with the ague, my soul no better fares

My coat is kissed by wrath and my bandages fail me

And yet the world may still think I see from a tower of ivory

 

Vile spirits haunt, me hating my breath as it is made

Fail do even the best plans that mice and men laid

I cannot feel the darkness, I am numb from the glass

I. in matter of time, before I am sent where I sent a mass

 

In this world, I was taken away by violence of Terra

No longer of meaning, a man of oft forgotten era

May God grant me tranquil passage after a breath

In my heart, I realize I merit the terror of painful death

 

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Again, sucks.