Dying Breath

by Mary   May 5, 2005


Wispers come from dimension unknown
around us all as the encasing is gone
out in the open, a prey for the enemy
but the wispers are ceased
all but the silence, the screams of all unheard
it\'s the breath, of the dying souls
those lost...with the eternities.
they wish to return, though nothing remains
but even when on the wings of death,
they still will mutter, they one Dying Breath

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