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[[category:Unknown]] [[category:Poetry]] [[category:Common Knowledge]]
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These Cold Hands

I've heard a tale,
Of a fountain of hope.
It's waters restore,
What we have lost.
Never have I,
Looked for its grace.
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Please, sir Death,
Wait, to reap me.
Spare me, spare me,
Thy ode of demise,
He, prepares his song.
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I grow old, and cold, cold hands,
Grasp and claw at my being.
Please sir Death,
Wait, to reap me.
Harbinger of all,
He waits for his yield.
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This fountain of hope,
May it grace me with youth.
He conducts,
As his agents do play,
His, foul, ode.
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I search, and search,
And have yet, to find it.
The Fountain of Life.
May its waters, grace me.
I grow older, still.
These cold, cold, hands.
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He has yet to show mercy,
My soul is an ember,
For him to snuffle out.
I search beyond,
To the edges of time,
There do I find a strange spire.
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Please, sir Death,
Wait, to reap me.
Spare me, spare me,
Thy ode of demise.
He, prepares his song.
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This spire contains,
The strangest of things,
A stone, a hole bored in its core.
From this pit, this endless cavern,
Waters that shine in the sun.
I raise my hands,
To grasp this cure.
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Please, sir Death,
Wait, to reap me.
Spare me, spare me,
Thy ode of demise.
He, prepares his song.
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With a dying breath,
I lower my hands.
I sip from the glory of God.
My soul is ablaze,
The ember restored.
My being is intact,
Sir Death, I laugh.
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It wasn't I,
Who had the last laugh,
Sir Death had been waiting,
Planning my doom.
He wanted me dead,
But I rebelled and said,
"Please, show mercy,
I've ventured so far!"
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He shook his head,
Or so I saw.
He raised his hand,
His scythe, of shadows,
Appeared at his very whim.
With one final movement,
He pierced my being,
He harvested the ash of my soul.
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To this, I warn thee,
Accept your fate.
Sir Death is waiting.
Oh, young boy,
Don't tempt Death.
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Sir Death is waiting.​
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Writers MiningToBedrock
Processors MonMarty
Last Editor The Shadow King3 on 05/19/2017.

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