(no subject)
A man...
hair the color of iron...
eyes, like liquid copper.
sits he in a cloak of grief,
beneath a blanket of solemn clarity...
To live? To cease?
--A question to which only he knows the answer,
and yet he knows it not.
hair the color of iron...
eyes, like liquid copper.
sits he in a cloak of grief,
beneath a blanket of solemn clarity...
To live? To cease?
--A question to which only he knows the answer,
and yet he knows it not.