Far corners

Further while I passed the door, my footsteps on long corridor,
Each hurled in murmur fainting…
Torment not O echo of thy voice – plead thee with life.
Was I in slumber slain to bleed my limbs, fail to rise,
Stared at by the coldest walls, dark ceiling to vie?
At far end it stood and seemed to last;
Corners outshone blinding lights;
No warrior did ever lay hands on spoils so worth a prize.
Did I hear u call my name?
My lady, a silence so desired to stay –
The first I know to find longing so.


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