Winter's Angst
By FranticFad
Called from above Pulled hard aside Reason and faith They've all but now died. Who wrote this harsh play? Who demanded the day? I toil and I strive, in slim hope that I may? Love lives alone in a tower in my heart, never another to do her own part. Written March 8th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 02:56 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"Called from above..."