On The Edge: A Collection Poem by Dan Brown
On The Edge: A Collection
I
I’m broken, shattered, and torn;
for all my loss I mourn.
Like rain I cry,
like love I die;
as sounds the Hunter’s Horn.
Welcome
I invite you in, open the door;
lose myself forevermore.
Extinguish the flame,
end the game;
and slowly fall to the floor.
Death
You’re the Leader of the Free;
just ill-fated souls can see.
You commit no sin,
I invite you in,
and in return you welcome me.
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