by tcmoon
(Oxfordshire, UK)

The colours of the world dance
In an ectoplasmic morphing rainbow,
So different from the inherent void
I found myself lost and unaware in;

Across the centuries of my
Tumultuous life, borne unto Earth
In a Spring laden meadow
Un-green yet lusciously
Filled with the riches

Death ignores in his final justification,
Leaving us all to battle the war
We shall brave forever
While knowing

We can never triumph over...

© tcmoon 12-06-2012

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