Death's hourglasses

A Poem by Bloody Ceca

Death's hourglasses

A big room

Walls as black as night

Above me are the stars

Which shines as bright as gold

I look around

Hourglasses in every direction

Big, small and long

Where am I?

An old man

Lived in many years

A little smile on his lips

Leads me back again

Who was he?

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Added on April 6, 2011
Last Updated on April 6, 2011

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