Life! You are plainly a treacherous friend,
He loved you more than himself,
Nurtured you with the most potent,
pious and vigorous juices of innocent childhood;
Fattened thy fibers
with the impassioned heartbeats of youth;
Increased the aura around your hallowed head
through graceful wisdom and talks of ripening age.
He made you the charming queen of his dreams,
With decades of love and toil,
he prepared a glittering palace for you,
And then you eloped,
Eloped with dark-winged shadows of death,
You crazy one!
Right from the start you were in
blind love with the angels of death.
Yet all he did was to love you,
Love you from the core of his soul.
Blossomed he a flower
that was always love-lorn for the
ghastly clutch from the other world,
Now, here lies your lover’s corpse
and you make merry with your evil playmate,
hidden in the darkest chambers.
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