Poem -

The Sleeper

The Sleeper

The fire remains unquenchable 
But the flames now burn dull…
A life, in recess
A life not yet full.
For it was the times sought after and spent 
That made one, such as I an implement...
Of glory and power, the one of all hours
And now of sleeping descent.

Wake up! WAKE UP!! Rise again!

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