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That was the intent :). I keep meaning to put some tiny space marine armor in Death Guard colors on him.
Also, I love your writing and seeing this made me squeal, so thank you.
"It is often during the first years of one's life as a Backwood's resident that one finds an intense dislike for the flaws of Man. However, it is often during one's last years that one truly appreciates their merits. I will forever be astounded by the level of Hope and Rage that Man can inspire...
Death is an old friend,
the closest friend,
any of us have.
He is there at the end,
when few are;
He is nary too far,
and nary too near.
Death is an old friend,
the first and last of these;
He is there for the first breath,
there for last.
The first breath a sound of shock,
a new friend...
Autumn,
is the beginning;
The last paragraph,
of the story’s end.
The last gasp,
before the sigh.
The dying of the light,
the evaporating of life.
Autumn,
is the story of the end;
The last note in the song,
All the brighter in the end.
The death of sensation,
the life of cessation;
The stop preceded by the drop;
The final void of breath.
The sensation of life,
flowing to the gap;
The pulse of vigor,
falling with the vim.
In the end,
we all walk that last trail;
Around the bend,
all life and light to exhale.
Only one can walk this path some claim,
life through death to rise and ascend;
Taking only that with which we came,
in the end.
Through the black door,
an old friend greets us;
Now neither rich nor poor,
It is always thus.
All material things to forswear,
the dross to burn;
This the cost of a thing so fair,
everything else to spurn.
Through the black door,
we wait for those behind left;
Soon with them to soar,
Never...
I know I promised I would post some new stuff, but I think I'm gonna post some old stuff here first.
Namely, some of my more recent poetry. These have been posted on other sites, but not shared here yet.
Most of these I wrote after two friends and my brother died, hence the subject matter...