I Won Their Wars
I Brought Them Peace...

Death sits in his chair
His fine dark wood chair...

The Cliff is grey
Gleaming with moisture...

I hear glasses breaking downstairs
They shout again...

I gave away
My heart...

Cold and Beautiful,
A winter day in spring...

[imagine its being said by a taunting wind]
No sleep...

Tower in the darkness,
Edges jagged...

The End of no Beginning
Fresh as dawn’s first dew...

Its just a thought...

Donec de nex
until death...