Eulogy Of A Breaking World Poem by The Lastdon

A sinking darkened hand breaks trembling, Tis a meager old man

For it is I who will embrace, this kiss of death for whatever it takes.

Father for I have found the stinch of hell, for she's lost without her crown.

So buried, yet so deep but not yet as hellish but still not a peep…

No. This is not the eternity in which she will sleep but a secret of what I fear is hers to keep.

Frail as she lay, to sadness and darkened day, is that of a saying that I use to say.

Father free us if you may, for I feel it is hell where she shall eventually lay., ., ,