LeatrixSage
Muse| Philosopher| Valkyrie| Gypsy Cowgirl
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- Messages
- 39
- Age
- 38
- Pronouns
- She/Her
For love of life
I withhold my desolate regard,
To keep from her the night without end.
For love of life
I withhold my sweeping scythe,
To keep from her the tear and rend.
For love of life
I withhold my terminal touch,
To keep from her the isolate mark.
For love of life
I withhold my hourglass sands,
To keep from her Charon's embark.
For love of life
I withhold my ebony robe,
To keep from her black feathers falling.
For love of life
I withhold the narrow voyage,
To keep from her that final calling.
For love of life
I withhold my taciturn breath,
To keep from her the gloaming key.
For love of life
I withhold the right to live,
To keep from her the inevitable fate of me.
I withhold my desolate regard,
To keep from her the night without end.
For love of life
I withhold my sweeping scythe,
To keep from her the tear and rend.
For love of life
I withhold my terminal touch,
To keep from her the isolate mark.
For love of life
I withhold my hourglass sands,
To keep from her Charon's embark.
For love of life
I withhold my ebony robe,
To keep from her black feathers falling.
For love of life
I withhold the narrow voyage,
To keep from her that final calling.
For love of life
I withhold my taciturn breath,
To keep from her the gloaming key.
For love of life
I withhold the right to live,
To keep from her the inevitable fate of me.