Quietus by Quintessence


 

It’s real, its present

the danger we feel

murderous intent

looms with all fears.

It may not speak

It does not feel

every ounce of pure evil

life does it steal.

 

Medieval its origin

Death is its name

formula unknown

unable to tame.

 

Removal of life

at rest it is not

one life to live

is all we have got.

 

It’s coming for you

you don’t have a choice

discharge or release

it’s the finishing voice.

 

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Original written work of Gillian A. Gibson CopyRight Protected by the Crimson Vaults 2015
Original written work of Gillian A. Gibson CopyRight Protected by the Crimson Vaults 2015

 

 

 

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