The Secret Keeper

An aged Chinar by the lake

large grounds of green and red

children, men and women

a maddening crowd

of broken love; betrayal and lust

of lost innocence, of unyielding distress

laid to an eternal rest

Aged beyond the timeless years

having seen what the bravehearts fear

dreading an eternal life

the secret keeper yearns for silence

of no more cries, of no more red

no more walking souls of dead.

 

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