The Price

Immortality isn't as wonderful as it sounds...

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1. The Price

Graves are his companions, photographs his lovers.

In the dark hours of infinite velvet, trinkets his balm.

Yet always he is searching for another.

One who can break through the storm, bring him calm.

His words are laments, soft cries for the dead.

His eyes are orbs of sorrow.

In their footsteps, eternal, he must tread

Though his heart has been pierced by grief’s arrow.

For all those fools who wish for immortality,

There is no escape from Death’s brutality.

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