its a siege
conserve the light
shadows of an old church steeple
wrought iron death bed protected
cant get a reprieve
bone handed tally collected
deaths counting on me
been warned of salvation
charnel ground always accepting
so I will dig to have a Yorick moment
hold your head high
for battle is to preach
to love is a siege
hearts wonderfully wounded
bare the soul
the hole is already dug
©raggisword
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