A/N: my first take on the sonnet. Watchutink?
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SONG OF THE DEAD
Awash in bitter years by death caress'd
My grave lay there in its forgotten place;
Known not by whoever stopped to rest
And left behind in Shadow's cold embrace.
Where's now the warmth of mankind's love and praise,
Where are my statues now of gleaming brass?
In death I've learned in thousand painful ways
That all the joy and glory of my days
When death does come they all way shall pass.
What's e'en the sense of glory, power, sway,
Of song bestowed to glorify our name?
For after all the grandest heights of fame
Afford would not for us another day
When death does come on us to lay her claim.
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Messages from My Soul
PoesíaA collection of poems, essays, reflections, and short stories I hope you'll enjoy. ---Israel/deathstarhunter
