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The Gates of Balrog

3 days ago
1 min read

"Where do we go, this creepy flow,

down and down, to and fro,


This rabbit hole is deep and dark,

Why doesn't he just fall apart?


Why does he say such crazy things,

when all we want is diamond rings?


The time we do is now engage...

What does he called this certain age?


Times are darkest, he'd assuage,

Armageddon's gonna do, if apocalypse came for you...


Down to Hell, this little name,

What do we call this little game?


Death is certain, death is true...

...Look at this, now where are you?"

About the Author

My name is Wowie Mayer.  I see the world as a vast and mysterious place, full of danger and hidden clues.  These writings help me share that with the world.

"You are calm, amongst the wards..."

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