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This is a poem I wrote- one of my best. I hope you like it
Epitaph
by Gabriel Jarboe
Fly by night, rest by day,
Forcing now a last delay,
Closing paths that lead the way
To worlds of death and war.
Hoping I might not fall prey
To what fate has in store.
Cries of coward cloud my vision,
Wicked hands force my decision,
Slowly drive a deep division
Through my inner core.
Who will carry on my mission
When I am no more?
How am I to end the vice?
How great is the sacrifice
I must make to pay the price
That buys my friends' release?
What coin can please the harsh device
That vends a dram of peace?
By example I must lead.
Through defeat I may succeed.
Loving wounds may freely bleed
And stain the lamb's white fleece.
Sing I now the martyr's creed,
"In death, I never cease."
 Lokapala · Fri Aug 04, 2006 @ 01:31pm · 2 Comments |
