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Soul Pearls, the Tears of the Soul

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Ghost of my past: Written Black long ago dried blood.


Gun in hand the Soulless Soldier walks in a far off and very ancient land.

Watching so many die, yet not a tear ever comes to his eye.

Smiling he knows we are all just Cannon Fodder in Hell's Deep Fry.

Yet somehow he is of the few that made it home.

His Soul re woven on Fates bloody loom.

To become a reluctant Druid Sky Pilot for SummerLand's Home.

The Druid King

Copyright November 1, 2012 George King

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