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Srv1v0r — Gray Poetry
Published: 2011-04-08 20:53:29 +0000 UTC; Views: 79; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 4
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The sun is gone. The sky turns gray.The plant withers. Death is begun.
A faint thud is heard. A streak of light runs down.
The last speck of blue is diminished.
Will it end, will it end?
Death has flooded the door of expectation,
the pale wind of the void blows endlessly,
all loses color, and youth has passed away
all hope is lost and mockery stands in its place,
will it end, will it end?
could it be the the guest, that long awaited guest
if my sanity has withstood this fearful clime?
Yes! Sunlight floods in from the heavens,
the tree brings forth fruit again and chaos has ceased!
It has ended.