"BEFALLEN"

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Live By the sword; Die by the sword.

Submitted: December 18, 2014

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Submitted: December 18, 2014

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The sun it casts it shadows.
Even in light there is some doubt.

Marching to the gallows.
Eyes darting all about.
 
Heavy, the weight of his head.
Upon the block it rests.
Like so many others
that the body shed.
 
They're pulling on the string.
Their hand upon the chord.
A sweeping, final swing.
Live and die there by sword.
 
The madmans silent rave
dulled in matted tones of grey.
Befallen on the floor,
lie in pieces for his grave.
 


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