Sunday, 20 October 2013

Dead man walking

Winds are heavy and dark
My soul is cold and stark
My banners all wet from snow
But the dead man is walking
Chills piercing through the bark
Rigid roots to board the Ark
My intrepid love is all i vow
So the dead man is walking.
Living is without any lark
Death is without any mark
My arrow is out of the bow
And the dead man is walking.

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