yosiejosie Posted March 30, 2014 Posted March 30, 2014 Days of distance in a year Decade grim with drawing near In the line they were a gift He called the swifter dawn his fear But only then would he take flight The bloody rise of sky's so clear The red he prayed was not his own He called the swifter dawn his fear And he's been torn, and he's been sewn He had no reason to be told But once the raven called him out He thought it might as well be shown If all is good and all is gold, Where's the heart he had to hold? Desperation of the fate Exhaustion of the young and old And now it's found to be to late And he's nobody to console... And as the final sun had died And as the final set was near He knew it wasn't final then He called the swifter dawn his fear ------------------------------------------------------------------------- yosiejosie
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