Woe to the Living Ones [POEM]

It's my birthday today~! And as promised, I've written something nice. Or at least, I think's this is pretty neat! Truth be told, it has been quite some time since I've written poems in a short amount of time from each other, so... yeah...

╭─── ｡(＾･ᆺ･＾)｡ ───╮

Woe to the Living Ones

╰──────────────╯

ıllı Kilarov Zaneit ıllı

Cover Image

#PoemsByKyrie

── =^._.^= ∫ ──

And so the flow of time danced on,

   like a waltz quite out of tune,

It wandered into the blinding light

   without as much a thought in mind.

How lofty does it dance without a song

  and without the gaze of the shining moon;

A wisp among puffs of smoke and fog

  whose worth is more than its design,

From dust one was brought, and shall return,

   Indiscriminate from Earth's age-old dirt;

So filled were they from kingdom lost,

   gone, with the wind, with rot and decay,

How wonderful it must have been to feel

   the silent magic,— of joyous mirth,

To be born upon the eternal and living soil

   blanketed by promises, the lies of yesterday,

The gift of life that one has received

   shall bore fruit the answers of morrow's song,

From laughter and tears, the delight of the broken,

  the tenderest odes and the silent dirge.

A beautiful tale woven with the footsteps of time

  whose eternal dance remained strong

Like an erratic heartbeat from the desires ungranted,

   or follies and poems that are yet to submerge,

But even so, all things come to a halt;

   the ing of time ends with the shadowy graves.

Alas, one's youth has come and gone,

  like an unsung song. Or a story half-written.

Will I be ed as the flow of time danced on?

Will there be a mark that screams my name?

Or shall I flutter out of existence, barely a candle's wisp

   that have died out in silence...

Forgotten,

   Untold,

And simply... gone..?

── =^._.^= ∫ ──

ıllı Sebin Thomas ıllı

BG Image