Immortality

My days under the sun can not compete with the number of stars above the sky;So, i hush and struggle and fight more battles as i can.My flesh is frail and I bleed upon the touch of thy sword.I call  for immortality.  My  nights with the moon are few and rare.So, I write a poem and a song whilst awake,and dream of you in slumber. My lamentations be heard as I cry and plea  for the sordid souls given to debauchery.My bones will no longer bear the strength of a man;I may dance like wimpy wind; But my  spirit remains valiant.My skin will no longer feel pain,My eyes be shut...But my love will see you through.


 



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