The Valley of Death
Thinking about what matters most
The valley of death is not bereft of expertness or skill
Breathless are the lungs of those who leapt in for the kill
And buried in the tombs with them-
Clinging to them still-
An unforbearing restlessness,
The seeker of the thrill.
The valley of death is not bereft of cleverness or wit
Those whose minds devise a law will never follow it
But after this there’s something else
The stories all omit-
Eternity by Hades’ side,
Still drunk upon their writ.
The valley of death is not bereft of tenderness or love
Flightless are the wings of those embodying the dove
But of their stories, there’s a piece
That cannot be undone-
The unrelenting light that made
A difference for someone
About the Creator
Tanner Peiffer
I'm an aspiring poet, writing from both personal experiences and surreal concepts, with the goal of inspiring anyone who may read. I hope my art can strike a chord and shift a perspective or two. 20 years old.
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