Death lies within the tomb of knowledge;
You seek beneath and receive the latter.
A fate few find in a tale too gruesome to accept.

Scars. The only remains of your battles.
Yet when the mourned set their eyes upon such a marvel,
They know not what truly was beneath the skin.

Those which do not understand shun the value of life.
Those who do understand value both life and death
-the wiser dead are thee.

What is death?
Is it the darkened abyss which we all fear,
Or is it solitude as we pass from our physical bodies?
It may be both…

Tis' a winner you are ‘fore you draw your sword.
Such sharpened tongue amazes me.

The poet in love with the amateur.
The amateur in love with the poet.
Yet who loves the poetry?
-the symbolism burst forth from bleeding hearts?
Only the loveless…