Death.
Always a close shadow.
Flowing from life itself,
A reflection.
It can be seen, and felt
Its coolness,
A mercy.
For without the shadow,
Where would a weary voyager rest?
Its darkness,
A complex beauty all its own.
Death.
-Julia Grace
Death.
Always a close shadow.
Flowing from life itself,
A reflection.
It can be seen, and felt
Its coolness,
A mercy.
For without the shadow,
Where would a weary voyager rest?
Its darkness,
A complex beauty all its own.
Death.
-Julia Grace