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The Song Of Finis

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At the edge of All the Ages
A Knight sate on his steed,
His armor red and thin with rust
His soul from sorrow freed;
And he lifted up his visor
From a face of skin and bone,
And his horse turned head and whinnied
As the twain stood there alone.

No bird above that steep of time

Sang of a livelong quest;
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Rod Mendieta 25 December 2016

Images so haunting, solitude sweetly unbearable. Will cherish this one.

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