the void

cast as void
the deed is done
cast into the void
now there are none

we were a word herd
yarns spun and twirled
where once we gathered
linger only faint vapors

yet still we are one
amassed as many
for writing and fun
worth many a penny

forward through the blessed mud
onward against slings and arrows
for we are not merely of one blood
but grown of common marrow

let us unite
on different strings
and on we write
onward may our tales sing

About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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