... And So Lives the Death
And so flies the death:
Racing through the void,
Reaching out with claws,
And tearing all it sees.
And so hunts the death:
Stalking through the grasses,
A soft growl on its lips,
Its eyes flickering pale.
And so devours the death:
Teeth unleashed in fury,
Black tongue salivating,
An endless darkness waiting.
And so dies the life.
And so lives the death.
The End
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Leabhar Meabhrach - Book of Thoughts. This chapter
was posted on Feb 5, 2012 by
CAirgeitlamh.
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"This will be a collection of poetry, random things that I need to get out of my ..."
This poem is filed under:
Abstract, Imagery, Just for Fun
This poem belongs to 2 groups:
Poets of Tomorrow
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