| Subject: Something a little darker |
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Orcish
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Date Posted: 12:48:59 08/17/02 Sat
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<b>Despair</b>
Weight of all tomorrows
Basks cold stone upon my chest.
Beset by past and present sorrows,
I grieve but never rest.
Icy cold, the black winds cry
Sunders me from friend and kin.
Rivers wide and mountains high
I toil, but can not find an end.
Within this dreary pit I’m bound.
Where torments and furies never cease
Golden key will not be found,
Surcease of sweet release.
Perhaps I’ll lay this struggle down,
Battle stilled and chaos done.
Then lay me down in hallowed ground,
Accept a war that’s lost, not won.
Still there are long miles to go
Once more I raise my weary head
Time to quit is not mine to know,
There’s rest enough amongst the dead.</font>
<i>Steven Thomas
August 13, 2002</i>
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