It Tolls For Thee

Never my

friend

Not even

a foe

Death like

a wind

That blows

through my soul

 

Always it

hovers

Forever

on hold

Waiting in

silence

The bell’s

— final toll

 

**

  

Rising Inherent

 

Your fight’s

not with me

Your fight’s

with the truth

That stands

in defiance

To what you

might choose

 

It knows

of no allies

But enemies

plain

And rises

inherent

Itself

— to proclaim

 

**

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