Vale of Tears

Yea though I walk upright,
the clouds pass
their shadows through the valley.
Every living thing
knows of the shadow of death.
In its ice-grip clutches
I shall fear what is to be
and regret what comes to pass.
There is no evil greater.

 

3/7/17

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