Posted in miscellaneous, original

The Death of the Immortal

A jagged stone

A burning flame

A tulip slowly wilting

 

Dark clouds danced through

while the rain sang the most chilling song

The wind blew slowly, silently, sadly

All mourn

for death came where it should not have

The immortal met its end

 

…and for once

the great finally rested

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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