Deaths Glancing Blow

deaths glancing blow,
his strike of that of a snake,
his fight of a bear,
his movement quicker than light,
and down comes his sickle,
on your knees you fall.
your dead to us all.

poem by Colt ParkerReport problemRelated quotes
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