A gust of wind from a sun starved sky
The deep melancholic cry of a wounded canine
The heavy fog settles nowhere to escape
Amidst the silence somewhere a knell rings
The keeper of secrets they say has arrived
The man of the end, the man of time
With every step he stamps his spear
The accolades, the treasures, the titles thirst for want of another moment.
I've absolutely no idea what moved me to write about death but there it is,,,,not exactly a poem but something that can come near
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