
The hour of late descends.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Poetry - Words: 48 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 05-17-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2915654
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Nigh, the hour of late descends
A fearful mist upon my eyes
Within the hour, the stillness bends
With piercing sirens, mortal cries.
A breath of silence holds my lips
The gloom of slumber clouding o'er
Death sails away in sinking ships
And takes my love forevermore.
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