When life and death cross paths,
and the way of the eternal is known,
and in only a single moment,
have i been drowned by the sorrow of a thousand souls,
resurrected by the hope of pure love,
decended to fathams so deep that i have been stripped of my soul,
an eterninty gone and a new world to be worn,
in the oceans of life and death have i been born,
to be cursed with an eternal sorrow,
so i have been burdened with living immortal,
from trembling lips and soldiers' fears,
have i been born of that which is not held dear,
looking into the eyes of death,
as thought it were a mirror.
Ain't That A View
"...looking into the eye of death/as though it were a mirror..." You have a grasp of form and structure, voice and depth. When you come up for a breath and exhale what you know, you will be fabulous with tht vocabulary and that mode of syntax that is how to put words in order, just as you can do well ~allets