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Glory Evermore: dirge
With slow and silent steps it comes encroaching on the day, the shadow of the night that grows to fill the world with gray. Oh, come and join the battle, child, for glory evermore. War on its march to midnight … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, dirge, futility, glory, illusion, poetic forms, sacrifice, war
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