Requiem for Forgotten Souls
Well, my English teacher liked the form and stuff.... but I trust sharp-tongued G-netters more. It's a sonnet by the way, sort of following iambic pentameter...
Walking once more through the burning rain,
The sun hidden in curtains of white and gray
Fallen fruits in leafy coffins lay
Their silent screams an emblem of their pain.
Sodden shadows seek a bright sanctuary
Arms to shield and protect from hurt and death
While lost souls wander aimless and wary
Sprinting from sorrow’s icy breath.
Wrathful cries rumble from the heavens deep
Tears from many a forgotten war sting
As the skies in grief and fury weep
Losing hope in what the future will bring
Forgotten beings have endless time to spare
Gaping salted wounds of past lives they bear.
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Billy Mack: This is shit isn't it?
Manager: Solid gold shit, maestro.
Charlotte: You're probably just having a mid-life crisis. Did you buy a Porsche yet?
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