The Lastdon Poems

For the chains that bind the hands of time,

From trees falls sweet of natures wine,
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Is there any good left in the world.

I know I don't want to say,
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These spirits, that had fly, to the heavens, but let die,

for a serpent that sings, for the angel with no wings,
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When stars began to fall,

the Earth will shatter, for the nights will call,
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As standing, is he that is my sight,

had broken my spirit in the blackest of light,
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The rise of your demise,

for the glare that sparkles within her eyes,
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Of flesh and bone,

but of a throne,
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As I stray for it is just to this day,

foreshadowing the wisdom, for which I may,
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Blood, sweat, tears,

the sum of my fears,
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The warmth against my skin,

the singing of gentle wind,
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