Soon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: December 26, 2007

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Submitted: December 26, 2007

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On this
The darkest of nights I sit
And watch the waning moon
I here the chimes of summer sway
The rider approaches soon
Atop his stallion
Of pure black mane
He rides ‘till morning comes
Until the moon has died and gone
Replaced by scorching sun
I know not
Why he rides this way
And comes from wither realms
Or why he stops to share a drink
And watch the withered elms
Upon his shoulder there sits a crow
With feathers pure and white
A hunter of the deathly snows
A bringer of sorrow’s plight
He doesn’t speak
Naught but a word
That chills me like the moon
A shallow sound of deaths control
He says only,
"Soon…"


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