A Healthy Fear, by Where The World Ends |
The shadow that lingers In the purest of souls A darkness no light Can penetrate A black cloaked figure Casts shadows on a face Just enough For a story untold The eternal quest For the nonexistent best Only puts in sharper relief And those who attempt To plunder it Will experience life, brief |
Posted: 2015-06-12 21:25:02 UTC |
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