The MidNight Axe

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🇺🇸U͚S͚M͚C͚🇺🇸 Apr 11, 2012

My midnight crier holds the axe,
with craving desire, dreading through the night
Old and weak, I can still spot the midnight light.
Weaped and beat, I still hold on my two feet,
for the Axe twirling through the night,
My old ligaments, basting with holyness through the night.
I hold my ground, steadily. All winter night,

The Midnight Axe
~Salvestor

I wrote that :)
Аляска Apr 11, 2012

Nice done a lot of Robert Burns poetry when I was a kid.
🔥SirTalkALot🔥 Apr 11, 2012

Why did you are two of the same thread?
🇺🇸U͚S͚M͚C͚🇺🇸 Apr 11, 2012

YOU wrote:
My midnight crier holds the axe,
with craving desire, dreading through the night
Old and weak, I can still spot the midnight light.
Weaped and beat, I still hold on my two feet,
for the Axe twirling through the night,
My old ligaments, basting with holyness through the night.
I hold my ground, steadily. All winter night,

The Midnight Axe
~Salvestor

I wrote that :)

Must have been a mistake, fixed it.