The Farewell
Slowly he walks awayIn the last hour
The kingdom of gold
Withers in its own echo
The darkness sets in
Over his cherished memories
The last Glance
The last time
The mother now alone
With the light of the darkness
The silence of everything
His love reflected
Born out of Darkness
To the darkness he's returned
Cloaked with time
His everlasting battle
Poetry by Willem
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Written on 2017-10-22 at 11:07
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