Out of time left to borrow
for this short lived skin and bones
give me candy or carve me your soul
and you know which shall not remain tomorrow
the trick I know is not to be blundered by naught
powerful general is never startled by drums of egotistic wars
will of steel made to endure volcano rolls
melt to liquid silver when love calls
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| Clear Moon Rising 4 by welshdragon |
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