Jul 18, 2021, 8:11 PM

Caves Below Our Dawn XIII.X.2020 

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I wish I had the strength tonight
To rise my sword against the voice
Which crawls beside the edge of light -
I wish to had for once some choice.
Below my feet I see abyss,
And dry black voice now calling me from there;
The voice get stronger and the dark increase -
Our dawn arrives with still despair.
Just stranger in a world of pain
I gaze into the fading light;
And maybe, when I die again
I will become a voice into the night. ...

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