Reflections
On the wind, see begotten.
Fall of fall and night and day.
Till not when light has gone forgotten
Shall meek and mild lose its way.
Melody made by hearts pound thumping;
Pleading, crying for rest dismay.
Harmony found in lungs need pumping;
Gasping, wheezing; cannot convey.
Lifes water boiling, body leaking,
Surface slick and slide away.
Smooth and stick combine in seeking;
What leaves one morose leaves others gay.
Murderous intensions whorl and tremble.
Victims find both bond and flay.
Apathy and courage come assemble,
Mumble or boast: Come what may.
Strung along by higher powers,
Like the Golem birthed of clay.
Fighting orders from the towers,
Laughing screaming demanding: Nay!
Want of pain and torment and torture;
The great gift was given; the great price to pay.
Release brings both reprieve and horror.
Rest only where the beast shall lay.
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