Untitled Poem #4
Summary: Unpublished poem
Date: {$rldate}

IC Date — Location

Read the sorrows of my dieing spirit
Morn over blood spilt without cause
How dare those that cry for it.
How dare those that demand it
This is not a right or duty
It is but death.

Unless otherwise stated, the content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License