in the dark of night Death kneels down in the dirt his bony hand caressing a still rosy cheek stained skin obscures fragile beauty such madness, such sadness the evil of man the demise of the meek
whispered to the stars ✨ countless names, -yet all the same the ones we loved the ones we lost once upon a time remembered, but forgotten they'll remain always always the same
“All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
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