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Ouroboros
Ouroboros
Is the circle of death, the gift of life
Ouroboros
Is the burden of life, the freedom of death
If the moonlight starts to die, the sunlight fades away
Dark is all that is left until we start another day
The glowing stars at night, the cosmic maps that they display
Guides me to the inner demon inside my mind I portray
He burrows deep inside my bones as they decay
inside my mortal body I am no longer safe to stay
Ouroboros
Is the circle of death, the gift of life
Ouroboros
Is the burden of life, the freedom of death
The angels and demons chanting in chorus,
“Ouroboros
Ouroboros”
Everything is born, everything is taken from this life
Everything is brought into this world just for it to die
Ouroboros, like the phoenix is rebirth
Rising from the ashes right back into its hearse
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Comments
raj
Thu, 2020-08-13 01:49
Hi young poet
this time you have a more structured form for your verses and there is a rhythm...
raj (sublime_ocean)
Geezer
Thu, 2020-08-13 08:34
Yes...
this works much better. The circle of life and death, is a most popular theme these days. You have managed to bring this one to a good conclusion. [If indeed there is one] for the circle goes around and around. Much better form and more readable. ~ Geezer.
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