Shadows creep near

With chilling breath and clutching hands

To pluck

To destroy

The flowers of yielding from your heart:

Powerless, fear-stricken;

I tremble, I stagger, I fall

Into oblivion's pit

As time creeps

Into winter's grave

Silent, empty, white.

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THE CONFLUENCE

Tears of Ages come in a stream,

Sighs flow in from Life's hoary height,

Souls of Sorrow bring their gleam

Of a light that is but a moan, not a sight.

The gray waves of the Sea of Death

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