(painting by r.margetts)
THE GOOD DIE YOUNG
In the hours of revelation
As death suffocates the night
Memories will dance before your eyes
And silent tears bleed self pity
The pain trickles in
And life flickers into Prometheus’ child
As images foreshadow the past
In the silence of death
Lonely and wrinkled
Warmth of the flickering flame
Bribing cold bones
Death wins
And another life becomes a shadow of the flame.
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