The Rhythmic, Sinuous Wandering of
A forgotten warrior.
And if....
I could trade,my taste of death.
For the unspoken, thirst, of life....
Had I not, already drank, your aura.
And thus,knew, that I was doomed.
I'm keeping to the shadows .
At the setting, of the sun.
Silently, whistling, deaths.... bloody, intro.
An old man, wandering .... lonely.
For we'd once met, and,
we'd ....
Once, sang a song.
Death, like this man.
Meanders ..... on his way.
Seeking out,mammalians.
Twas' words, not deeds,
that stopped,
my
Heart....
Giajl © Jim Love