Fri, 12/06/2013 - 21:16 -- Lekrabi


Cue a wave of gasps from the gallery

As the leading man, up on stage he cries

Emotion pouring into eulogy,

Dead words rising for loves no more alive.

We trip headlong into the tipping tells,

Triumphant in his unexpected loss,

And he’s resigned to meet the rising swells

Turning his heroic face to meet us.

We had no qualms and dealt his fragile soul

Crushing blows a man’s soul could scarce sustain.

Applauding his skill, ignoring our cold

Look to our hero, echo the refrain.

What can we to but comply with the real?

What can we do, for God denied his appeal.


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