Zynab Coroma

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The Echoing End

Take me to the light, the light at the end of the night.
A dangerous journey to begin, all alone this lonely path.
A path with thorns and weeds, that stabs upon my shallow skin.
The bleeding road ahead as danger lurk in shadows bend.
Where crows feast on deathly stench, the way ahead is cloud with pain.
The comfort of my deluded brain as flood of tears blinded my way.
A solitary mournful morning, no place to escape the anguish cry.
The hurt that curve the heart of this great creature sigh.
Nigh on the tunes of death as darkness swallow the shinning black knight…..
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