Son of GrayA Poem by ohsogracefulson of gray and all things holySon of gray and all things holy Never meant to greet the sky, Because god has struck you down. Go weeping into that good truth, son
of gray. Your avarice was all you had, and you
would burn it all down if you could be king of the ashes And my
dear son of gray, You
thought you were sore for all the right reasons But they
left you with nothing to cover yourself. Left to
be defined by the cruelty of fading lights. So it
is, my son of gray That I
didn’t really know you, I just
somehow felt the truth of you in the dark. © 2018 ohsogracefulFeatured ReviewReviews
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