Dawn to the Soul
A beauteous scene, dawn upon lake.
A strong comparison, perhaps to make.
Moral ideals, versus acts that you take.
Walk to the edge, tread with care.
Cast eyes down, take a stare.
Open your soul, if you dare.
In that reflection, what do you see.
Angel or Devil, what might you be.
Good deed or bad, how much the fee.
To yourself, you might lie.
On Reaper approach, tis time to die.
Meet it with honour, or inexorable sigh.
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