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