For four years I

For four years I

am aging

and I imagine


stalking death

Or she stalking me


though eye cannot look back

No, too late for before

and my die is cast


is night the shadow

a sun has set


For four years I

wait and I wait and I wait longer still


my decrepit howling

raining through time

has no Echo

brings no return


stave redemption

suffer and salvation

if you can if you can 

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