an onerous night
a reflection on a lonely lake
a man of veritable might
no, away wisdom could not rake
the quivering of this timid man's torchlight

dread wilted his plains of thought
as he nostalgically visited his downtrodden home
and reproached himself, saying, "agh! another day"

he'd remember, he then wistfully reaffirmed
he'd remember to forget that day

what a day that was
when he lost his former self
emotions barred his very thoughts
his very being, his very wants

that day, when the fires roared
and even the plague maidens were stricken with fear
that day, when the pain engulfed remnants
of his boisterous love, of those whom he held dear

that day would soon be followed by a day
where even the neighbors' children would philosophize
after all, who could blame them?
the man's house was now verily a despondent sight
filled with screams that slaughtered all visions of hope
and knife wounds that barely repressed the debaucherous owner's light

time passed

a group of children found a lonely lake
at the bottom of which lay
the remnants of a despondent man
forgotten, and now, forever on display