IN THE DAWN

When the archer of dawn strikes,
His shaft of twilight dimension -
And the mystics of night have
Just ceased their views of time...
Would you remember my name?
Would you care to play our game?

But soft! What image of sorrow have we here?
Is it some pressure of darkness and emotion...?
Or is it a tear that lingers,
For me?

01/13/2005

Author's Note: Peace

Posted on 01/14/2005
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