Streaking flames, burning embers-

Why can’t anything be forever?

When the reaper demands his due,

And time bids adieu.

 

I stand upon the abyss

Craving desolate bliss,

And with tears brewing

I bid adieu.

 

The bitter poison of heartbreak

The shattering din.

Being forced to face the grey wake.

To forsake all my sin.

 

And yet, I remain

Staring into the cave.

Is this how I must end my campaign,

Forced to become a desolate slave.

 

To submit to the trifles,

To bow before my audience.

To willingly stand before rifles-

Manned by hoary masses.

 

Forsake honeyed wines

Eat clay, and dust.

Severe grape vines-

To be scattered by others lust.

 

No, I refuse.