Men fear the oblivion of faded memory;
Earthly minds grapple with eternity,
Mortal hands build castles in the sand,
Etching names into the dust.
Nevertheless, word and deed,
They are buried, considered
Only by the earth that cradles their bones, and the
Mud that fills their mouths.
Once proud heads bend to time.
Remember, friend,
In the end, you must die.
About the Creator
M. A. Mehan
"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
storyteller // vampire // arizona desert rat
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