Poems from MBTolstoy
The Sea of Tears shines bright in fallen night
When love is lost and hate is found again
The Needle kills the man where he has lain
The...
Angel of Death, Reaper of Souls
The young and the old fall to his blade
A screaming last breath, a reversal of roles
The fire reduced to...
As the tide leaves and we perceive our doom
The thought of life just leaves the mind wasting
The sun so high in the noon-time sky does loom...