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Owls Last Hour
A frosty breath at the owls last hour
When the wind wispers it's lonly tune
And the ice is watched by the moon
The sun will soon have power
As the earth awakens like a flower
When the night leaves all to soon it
Gives way to the noon
Never touched by thoes gone sour
Its quiet beauty no touched by man,
Who's minds are corrupted by lust
No longer do they court like a lamb
Turning the innocence hearts to dust
For man forgets what it means to be worthy
When the owls last hour fades away.
 iiEmobunny · Wed Feb 18, 2009 @ 01:31am · 0 Comments |
