Sorry folks they just keep popping out. Hope no one minds. Written 5/16/2012 between 8:05 and 9 AM. I have no title for it yet. I'd had my scythe for only a little while but had already used it several times to good effect.
The dew lies thick upon the grass,
While my scythe rests dry and lone,
Beside my closed front door.
Within my mind I seem to hear
Them call out to each other:
“Come! Come! Let us dance together!
Let us dance the dance of Death and Renewal!
The Dance of the Sighing Blade!”
Oppsy. In the preview the quotes were changed to a little a with a roof on it. Just to let you know.
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