THE END

The numbered pages approaching its end;

Warriors and adventures,

knights in shining armour,

detectives and prisoners,

Cynical thoughts and twisted words
said and sung and yelled and whispered
all feeling like a slap in the face
leaving me confused

Finally

You finally broke that bottle,
Across your worn face.
You seem to blame others,
For all of your mistakes.

You have hit

Cold steel cries.
My wings have flown.
Into the arms of the beast I go.
Peace at last.
Tied no more.
Mercy?Peace?
Sl it my

Golden Sparrows

Sailing in the confrontations of the witness He will send
There is one coming to power armed with lies so