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Poem on the end of a persons time on earth, listening to the wolves.
Submitted:Sep 3, 2008 Reads: 270 Comments: 6 Likes: 4
The darkness rises
I am blind
The world has fallen
nothing more than a broken shrine
I hear the wolves in the distance
their voices call to me
on the broken wind
like a melody
I would dare to follow
if I could stand
But the ground is broken
in this dreary land
My heart reaches out
to my beloved friends
I say goodbye
this is the end
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