dammit.

[far_from_gondor]

an old ghost-wind is blowing through
haunting me and haunting you
shadowing all our wicked ways
pursuing us to the end of our days
it won't stop with my blood on its hand
it will sweep through until this stone is sand
when i am gone it will fly in your face
and you will vanish without a trace

Comments

[seifer510z]

Wai, so purdy.

Did you write it?

[far_from_gondor]

I did! Thank you for the compliment :) There's more poetry I wrote in karigans_fic.