
Up and down the stairs of life No love in this morning light.
We walk alone and yet we fight We hurt ourselves untill the night.
A new day begins and the stairs grow steeper.
Just then that the pain is deeper.
Falling up and tripping down This life makes no sound.
Stairs are our journey.
They are our fight
They take us up and take us down.
They give us support above the ground.
They bring us down to the surface.
They give our life a purpose.
A life is nothing without it stairs.
A life is nothing unless you care
About the Creator
The Cairn Beside the Lake
And so it came to pass that King Ertharion, Tenth King of Lombaia, stood beside the still lake below unrelenting and unassailable cliffs with the remainder of his harried host. In what was the tenth year of his reign and his forty-fourth upon this great green earth, Menigo the Betrayer, cousin of King Ertharion, pressed home his false claim.
By Matthew J. Fromma day ago in Fiction


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