ETERNAL PATH
It's a spell of wonder
I've not yet known,
Tears flesh and blood
Down to the bare bone...
Through mortality our souls we entrust,
Insatiable still, teeth and bone become dust...
Broad as the night's shade
From these shells we must fade.
Thus sequestered, for myself I defend:
My path, defiantly, never knows end...
And goes a long way
Till it stops to rest
As its own 'Iron-Will'
Suffers one final test
Calamity rendered
(retreating too fast)
Now reeling in pain:
"Here Death comes at last!"
Emcompassing all, this end we befall.
So shall she sweep us like leaves in the wind
My path, undeterred, will never know end!
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