A Child haunts my Dreams

A true poem from the Dark Side

Published on February 2, 2005 By Moderateman In Philosophy

Young..... so very young..

Anger in his eyes.....

I lean over lieing to my friend...

Telling him no...

you won't die....

His eyes call me liar...

I weep and howl...

My friend is gone.

still a child in my dreams...

I grow old..

wondering why... not me.

Comming my friend....

soon....

lets the gates know an old warrior is comming...

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