And so, the weary bonds do break
Of mortal life and of the ties of death.
At last, the kindred strength doth take
One such as I who longs to breath
the air of immortality.
When once again the moon does rise
And all around me sings the shadowed night.
Then will I know the world through kindred eyes
My soul takes flight
as all around, the mortals sleep.
copyright - j scheffler
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artist poet coo
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