Death of the YearA Poem by Shaly LaevulinsWrote a long time ago, reposted from Mibba
Death, where is thy sting,
In those who are to stay? Death, where is thy victory, in those you take away? Wind swirls among the gravestones as the year slowly dwindles by. Flying with the leaves, a warning foretelling that the end is nigh. Among the blooming apple trees a little girl runs wild. Slowly fading into the twilight for it is there she become death's child. The leaves turn green to gold as the leftover harvest falls. We can only wait for spring to come if spring even comes at all. It comes and goes every year as the fading sun shines upon them. A warning of inevitable end, for the death of the year is autumn.
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