Till The End
The sheath enraged into tiny embers
Burning, and glowing like a big-bang
Alive deep within, one morning as I lay,
Contemplating you and Death came
Visiting, whispering a fruitless birth
Like a child borne out of wedlock
Loved not the least, but loved till the end
Copyright © AainaA-Ridtz A.R, December 13 2007
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