Falling through the depths of death Advancing through unconscious streams Nearing never any end Tossed, and tossed, and tossed again At once some sound may rend Silence, the dwelling of my dreams Yawn! Awake, and draw new breath.
Short Poem: Fantasy
Falling through the depths of death Advancing through unconscious streams Nearing never any end Tossed, and tossed, and tossed again At once some sound may rend Silence, the dwelling of my dreams Yawn! Awake, and draw new breath.
Tale Told 