Sorrows Rhyme
Beyond this place,
beyond this smiling face.
There lay hidden dreams,
nightmares laced with dreadful things.
Silently hidden behind a mask,
one that seeks more important tasks.

Painted upon this facade of serene.
Of theses hateful dreadful things.
These antiquities of broken love,
Forgotten by those who cared,
Locked away, these tears of the just.

Scenes play, dance to their own time.
Repeating painful, sorrowful rhyme.
Deeds committed, never being a punished crime.
So they replay, these things not healed by time.

Here we pretend, imagine, even bend,
Will’s of worlds, societies forgotten to attend.
Where hero’s falter as they fail.
Here in this place, where inhumanity prevails.

Be this our lasting song,
To remember those who’ve gone.
Battered, bloodied, broken bonds.
Shattered words of a love gone wrong.

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