the days are numbered,
yet they are,
the times we live...
a hanging noose..
slowly but surely...
like the garland of hope,
no! the coiled serpent of time...
as martyrs...we move...
hurt but happy....
as innocent lambs....
into the hideous den....
the end is nigh....
dusk or dawn....
we look for hope..
for light...
we see but blacck...
staring back.
a dove flies by,
2 twigs on it,
no! no goodbye,
the heart is laden,
the fruits of affection...
the soul is bent...
by the weight of emotions....
slowly but surely....
as the sythe sharpens...
one final blow....
a trumpet of joy....
of victory...of farewell
Alas!
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