Blind Eyes
Age into Faith
From Dark Stairs
Death and His Wraith
Descending Tears
They're bloody and bare
And Time's Dealings
Deadly unfair
In hot blankets
But Freezing Cold
They're forty years
With Seventy Old
Sails of Gold
Consist of Lies
With red leaves
And Watching Eyes
In the Hollow
A shadow blue
Of despair
This image pursued
And Hot glass melted
With a thunder crack
Until we all we know
Will all go black
With decay
They Dismiss Confusion
Broken into
A Spell of Dellusion
Best,
Anna Belle Lee
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