Loyal to the Light

suddenly the tide has turned the mystic rhythm I had learned is flailing like a bird at sea the shores are distant I am lost in me the wind is howling like a lonely dog they make their way through the mountain fog fallen creatures come to claim their place collecting loyals for the master race I hear the whispers as I awake it is my soul they are here to take as long as Sun does break the night as long as I shall wake to light I shant succumb to Satan's rule I shant become his loyal fool

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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