"IMMORTAL"
With blue-cold eyes I turn again
To watch moon's midnight sun
Once having seen her palace
When the days of old were young
When now ago I touched
The crystal-framed and phantom towers
Of lifetimes past and to be lived
So built from stone of frozen hours
I entered there unto the gate
Expecting there to find
Eternal sights; but only heard
The passing souls who called me blind
Unliving life, undying death
Emotions still unreal
My hell to have all time to touch
And yet to never feel
BY:Michael Gehrman
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