The Bugles of Hell by M.A.Meddings
Think of me when all your dreamsHave gone
And all around you
Say that I have died
I have not
I shall return
When summer blooms again
And the bugles of hell
Have found the last peace
Then
Await my return
With anticipation
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2006-08-25 at 11:00
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