Death's Dirge

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The sky blackens with your passing;

         the ground quakes with your trespassing.

There you lie, in the ground...

suffocated with silence, never to make a sound.


I condemned you to rot.

I had hoped you wouldn't be caught.

I tried to distance myself

        collecting others with my stealth.

But it wasn't enough.

You got too close and I had to snuff.

No pleasure came from stealing your soul

         the job certainly takes its toll.


I am used to death and destruction

      not love and seduction.

Nature is evil and I am cruel

I was demanded to deface the most dazzling jewel.

Losing you caused the birds to stop singing

       and me from stinging.

The world has fallen into folly

     all because I am melancholy.

Let darkness win

    let the citizens sin

     let death be halted

      for Death is faulted.



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