posted on Feb, 8 2010 @ 01:40 PM
reply to post by SIEGE
"My world, here in my mind, . . doth fade,
and so I hide, . . in glen and glade."
Turn back the covering branches near
That shelter you from the world
Push away the longing for yesteryear
Meet your destiny now unfurled.
Time will not wait, you dare not tarry
Life will, I fear, pass you by
And though that glen seems peacefully merry
Fate crouches, and asks not why.
Fall has come, the glade is bare
Colorful death lays on the ground
And oh, my friend, have a care
Its not your bones that one day are found.