Friday, November 22, 2013

When Writing

Future furrows his brow,       his feigned surroundings
Harboring those who wish to live,   within his frail walls, 
Reality relinquishing those     who resided in his company. 
The given-gift             and the fate-finder
Competing for casualties     within their realms. 

For those who perish in reality,    live eternal
But those who sever,       Clotho's thread
Within the sphere,     of endless tomorrows
Find fate to be,  a cruel master
The day of repentance,    lying in wait 
In an empire of days,    yet to come


When writing in the style of Anglo-Saxons for your literature class.  

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