Poetry
Heres a poem I wrote a long time ago, I just mined it out of the paper mountain in my closet. Not the worst, my philosophy is better than my poetry.
Last Words To A Loved One...
Lay still these old bones, upon the cold and dark stone,
light fades above,
beyond the walls flies a pure white dove,
the soul, who's wings cast a pale glow over the land,
take thy hand in mine and know,
I am with you always as you live and grow