Wolf
Apprentice
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
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Post by Wolf on Feb 24, 2004 15:13:34 GMT -5
Infinity
Reality dwindles to a forgotten dream;
only the thin keening wail
of cold wind remains,
whispering of abysses
beyond dead stars...
There,
dreams meet,
lonely wraiths pursuing existence,
seeking substance, form--
but fading into eternal night...
Souls drift,
alone, shivering
in abysmal silence
of infinite starless night...
Fated--
to dreams without substance
Doomed--
to dreams without hope
© T. GhostWolf Davidson, November 18, 1974
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Post by bloodredtears on Feb 24, 2004 20:21:29 GMT -5
wonderful piece...i especially loved the last 4 lines...great job!
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Post by SilverEyes on Feb 25, 2004 18:39:28 GMT -5
Great piece. The second stanza is my favorite.
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