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Poetry News Post #4331

All But Dust

Written by: Mistress Mystara D'Aud'tore
Date: Wednesday, June 19th, 2013
Addressed to: Everyone


Sweet travelers,
dear vagabonds
Won't you walk with me
On this road?
Whether you take my hand
or wield your blade
let us walk together
Down this endless stretch.

I am a mere toy
fodder for the masses,
yet I walk beside you,
a plaything of life.
Shall we seek the ending
Or is it too far to reach?
Will I be yours to embrace
Or will your blade touch my throat?

I am content to wait
for the final act to begin
and I have no desire
for my curtain call.
I fear not
the grande finale
for I know
I won't bow alone.

We pray with seperate hands,
And we see with different eyes
but our steps are the same
our hearts beat as one.
We are all but children
to our mother the world
and when we bow,
we are all but dust.


Penned by my hand on the 16th of Ero, in the year 628 AF.


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