When the end has come,
When all are struck dumb.
Chaos will reign,
Beneath the setting sun.
The earth will reclaim what is her own,
No longer young, that strong stone.
Setting Sun
About Me
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
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