By Divian
Submitted by koblo
Date: 2003 Jun 20
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Cry

Place not sigh. Cry not fury.
Everything returns in the eye,
as minds will be blurry.
All will be well. None will be left.
In her house we shall dwell.
The maiden that is death.
To that maiden she lives of purpose little,
of that house she resides,
spirits are fickle.
But death does not abide by the choice that is mine,
Neither love,Neither freedom,neither tears,neither time.