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Tempus:
Time is nothing,
Death to the world,
Poison to our life.
TIme cares not,
For strife in life.
Or wailing children,
Sickened from fast.
Not even the hag,
Who cries Wait!
In the night.
What is time?
But clocks chiming at noon?
What is time?
Bu the passing of souls?
What is time?
But the changing of seasons?
NOthing but dust.
Time everlasting,
TIme uncaring.
Time, evermore.
If we lived no more.
Never to walk on the earth.
Or fly to the moon.
And no sound,
ever uttered,
Forevermore.
Would there still be time?
Or would there be dust?

Leaves:
What happens to leaves
that fall through the eaves
and into a land now unknown?
They stay there my friend,
They stay 'till the end
for fancy has found quite a match.

Interesting! I like the whole philosophical mood of the poem, you're really good. I hope to read more from you^^

Thanks!

Fight My Friend!

You say that you are gone,
You say that you're alone.
You say all these things and yet
still i wonder, still I ponder,
Why don't you now stand and fight?
Fight the demons in your dreams,
Stand up tall to face your fears,
Make your allies, Make your tears,
Fight the pity in your heart.
Pity cannot save you friend,
For it pities for itself.
Lost in pity, lost in death,
Pity cannot help you here.
Or but are you much to scared?
To take my challenge up I say,
Stand and fight, or now be lost,
Lost to pity's cruel cold tide.