Death to the Poet! None shall bellow her words For they take you to the underworld; None shall scream her songs For they carry you to everlasting slumber; None shall wear her clothes For they drown you to the sinner's sea. Death to the Poet!
Your name is unimportant Your dreams are Your aspirations Your passion Let them then Speak your name For it'll be louder Than coming from Anyone's lips
There shall be no funeral For my dreams unsung I shall not weep For the time gone by For what worth would tears be If they honor yesterday's rain And not tomorrow's spring?