Fading away like the stars of the morning
loosing light in the field of blood
thus she passed forced on the blacksail
her voice echoing in our world
i have seen from afar the ferry go
and wondered at her cruel form
but never have i stared so close
as the dark cloak enveloped a soul
we are but punctuations in time
when we go, she just flows
on and on to the next boring stop
some long, some short but all go
oh! the vanity
the inane cry of hungry souls
the sweat splattered on vain soils
the battles wrecked over barns
but their tiny feet shall echo her needs
where tears go unheard
their tiny voices will blare
and in time they shall mock time
but when i go
perhaps in a blaze of glory it seems
let my love resonate like a song
and my passion like a halo
in these words your soul is cremated
your moments shall echo through every rhyme
and hearts shall no longer forget
the moments you graced our hearts
DAP
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