The night comes
when creatures go to sleep,
yet the eyes of the owl widens in
complete circles, for it looks beyond
the picture of mortality and sees just as enough to tell no tale.
Ahead of the storm
Is a large gathering of legends,
scarred with the attempts of bravery,
living like the dead, yet more lively than the wise.
They congregate by the shores of eternity
a large company of immortals clothed with glory.
Oh! the golden pen, by the shelf of history
with which is inscribed upon
the tablet of ages to come, victories won
and greatness yet unfolded.
The story of immortality upon the lips of mortal man, what greatness is to be told in the chronicles of men, so peeping through the key hole, I could see a transcended legend with a big grin upon his face. Who goes by the name
Francis, E.C
Brotherhood lives forever.
_Ablywrites
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