BellsA Poem by Rose of GondorAt the midnight hour the silver bell tolls Into a sea of dark the rivers flow When bidding farewell to a thousand souls In fire or in ice an eternal glow For in the darkest land where time stands still The place where lost, wandering spirits roam Neither by choice nor a loss of free will Mortal warriors make their final home When you think you have nothing left to lose Remember there is always one thing more For what shall your soul be inclined to choose When sailing along the eternal shore In the end of time Death shall take us all And under his great tattered wings we fall © 2013 Rose of GondorAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on November 17, 2013 Last Updated on November 17, 2013 AuthorRose of GondorNCC-1701 U.S.S. Enterprise, AntarcticaAboutPreviously known as Phantom Rose. Hi guys! I figured I should change my profile now that it's been a bit. Anyway. I'm an Asian girl with a lot of interests in various forms of art performing, v.. more..Writing
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