Category : Poems

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Blood of blue, darkness falls.

Winter comes, father calls.

To say, while weeping wickedly

That weeks to live, is too much time,

One coffin, how many days,

The doctor counted nine.

No comfort, pain is all around

Blood of blue, will laugh no more 

and i'll hear a faintly croak, a sound.

My day will come too, it gets closer every day

I muttered at his deathside, while I look into his eyes

Nothing more to say.

His dying days begun and my crying days to come.