The Lord's Gift
By markashley
Fri, 24 Mar 2017
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The dead undying lord of light
casts broken child in gutter spill'd
In all his senses, sound and sight
His absent malice now fulfill'd
With eyes of fire and flaming sword
A lord once more amongst the stars
His fleeting flock now sheer'd and shorn
Chained behind black iron bars
Striding through the empty wastes
A barren land once lush and green
Unfetter'd hatred from his hand
Turns life and love to ash and steam
And in the ending of a day
He does survey a wondrous sight
All around his greatest gift
Death destruction pain and blight
A lord of all he does survey
A lord of all he has to give
And now his gift is dead and done
No reason has he left to live
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