No longer
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Just like a silver morning crow He rides into the night His shield was scarred, his mail all rusted And the sword chipped from the fight He rides away from the rubble Once, a town with liveliness Now all broken and decaying With voices crying in loneliness He no longer feels the victory In stead, loneliness in his heart And the pain from all their suffering Like someone had struck a dart He rides through farmiliar woods And an bird cries from a tree Brings back the memories of the past, A dream that will never be Just like a jet black morning crow He came in the morning Where the village cheered for victory When he felt sadness and mourning. Written January 21st, 2002 © on Jan 20 2002 04:23 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Just like a silver morning crow..."