Lay My Weary Head

Monumental stones of marble weigh down on my heart Tis stones are carvable but they have crushed me apart Darkness, like before the dawn, steals over my soul Lost and forlorn – it’s hard to stay alive in the cold A blazing fire dying out, embers flickering in and out Ruined redoubts with enemy hordes … <a href="https://ground000.wordpress.com/2015/03/02/lay-my-weary-head/">Continuereading <span class="meta-nav">→</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="https://pixel.wp.com/b.gif?host=ground000.wordpress.com&blog=32084475&post=1843&subd=ground000&ref=&feed=1" width="1" height="1" />

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