All scourges pa**ed The world shrinks Saddened by eloquence pure Taketh thy verse We shall suffer acutely O' great lake of tears A solemn ma** sung From olden catacombs Pale men lie wreathed ...in gloom Frolicking wings of monarch, doth crumble and morning dew shall Too oft i weep For our discord begotten
Asevery last eye will close. A shoreline haven succumbed, to mirage inevitable Embrace within our weakend arms Shan't we view our fallen oaks Timid fawns Shed sullen tears I, a worn man Forced to submit Stumble Manifest grief Therefore i withdraw my pen in nocturnal repose