*Five years end,
Yes, gone for good.*
It finally died,
I hope it never returns.
I have it buried in soil
Where it will be a feast for the worms
It expired,
My conclusion is firm.
I remember when it created the scars,
It built up the shields that I would wield
Like mechanical wheels underneath me.
It has lost its power to bleach me.
I've become the burning creature,
Defiant and bold,
Risen from the black pyre.
Its ash I scattered into oblivion.
I wore white garb and smiled at its funeral,
No flowers were laid on its grave.
If my eyes forget lacrymosa,
My tears will be cried in ink.
Goodbye Black Sorrow,
Your death has brought life.
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
(Originally written 10/23/10
Revised 10/3/14)
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
*Five years end,
Yes, gone for good.*
It finally died,
I hope it never returns.
I have it buried in soil
Where it will be a feast for the worms
It expired,
My conclusion is firm.
I remember when it created the scars,
It built up the shields that I would wield
Like mechanical wheels underneath me.
It has lost its power to bleach me.
I've become the burning creature,
Defiant and bold,
Risen from the black pyre.
Its ash I scattered into oblivion.
I wore white garb and smiled at its funeral,
No flowers were laid on its grave.
If my eyes forget lacrymosa,
My tears will be cried in ink.
Goodbye Black Sorrow,
Your death has brought life.
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
(Originally written 10/23/10
Revised 10/3/14)
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