THE LOST

Poem: The Lost

There’s a great grey plain where lichen grows, by the sun unkissed. And amorphous beings unanswered call, from out the mist. Here lies no fear. What use is fear, to those beyond despair? For even Tantalus had hope. Prometheus yet may lose his rope, But here’s no light, no hope to fight the dullness of […]

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