Paled

All scourges passed
The world shrinks
Saddened by eloquence pure
Taketh thy verse
We shall suffer acutely
O' great lake of tears
A solemn mass sung
From olden catacombs
Pale men lie wreathed
...In gloom

Frolicking wings of monarch,
Doth crumble and morning dew shall

Too oft I weep
For our discord begotten
As every last eye will close.

A shoreline haven succumbed,
to mirage inevitable

Embrace within our weakend arms

Shan't we view our fallen oaks
Timid fawns
Shed sullen tears

I, a worn man
Forced to submit
Stumble
Manifest grief

Therefore i withdraw my pen in nocturnal repose