First Poem in Ages
- Literary
- Chris Franson
- make witty remark
First Poem in Ages
frigid existence
Eternal Sleep
mahogany box
love's price was steep
A life has ceased
wailing laments
show the Dying wails
herein entrenched
what once was laid here
has come to naught
through nothings of life
he does here rot
the knife to the neck
testimony
to long-forgotten
care for a dream
Death is herein come
on swift-winged steed
for when all is naught
life's naught, indeed
finest silken suit
the carrion wears
respect for the Dead son
the highest of cares
entreat these remains
to cold earth below
that spiritless life
be ended alone
so come now, Reaper
i entreat thee
with one fell swing
of thy blade decree
that another soul
hence forth walks with thee
glitter of metal
struggle to breathe
goodnight to life
sun rises on night
i bid thee fairwell
i bid thee fairwell . . .
~Anon
frigid existence
Eternal Sleep
mahogany box
love's price was steep
A life has ceased
wailing laments
show the Dying wails
herein entrenched
what once was laid here
has come to naught
through nothings of life
he does here rot
the knife to the neck
testimony
to long-forgotten
care for a dream
Death is herein come
on swift-winged steed
for when all is naught
life's naught, indeed
finest silken suit
the carrion wears
respect for the Dead son
the highest of cares
entreat these remains
to cold earth below
that spiritless life
be ended alone
so come now, Reaper
i entreat thee
with one fell swing
of thy blade decree
that another soul
hence forth walks with thee
glitter of metal
struggle to breathe
goodnight to life
sun rises on night
i bid thee fairwell
i bid thee fairwell . . .
~Anon