Thorns Of A Lifetime Poem by Fleur de Lys Rune
Thorns Of A Lifetime
We don't see the fruits of time,
They stand tall and proud,
Unaware of their gradual shroud,
The gardener's trusty spade.
The dusty boughs bow down,
Laden with the fruits of our labours,
The sweat of our brows,
The load of our backs.
The twilight falls,
The doomed creatures twist and flail,
As though they hear the smithies strike,
The spade against the grail.
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