Lost XXII


Blistering heat as the sun burns bold
Deep within, the heart beats cold
Shivers that tingle fingers numb
Dark are the thoughts, sad comes from
Lost in a haze
Found in a daze
Trapped in a crowd
Covered in a shroud
Eyes that see nothing but black
A spirit comes to attack
Wielding a sword inscribed with a name
Death the award comes to claim
Kneeling cries
Eyes that rise
Waiting for the blow
Let freedom flow
Grimm’s blade of steel raised high
Lets loose from the sky
Cuts through to the heart
And splits it apart
Without any pain
Blood begins to rain
Extinguishing the flame
End of the game

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