It builds in silence
Like a wake...
A teardrop shed,
A moan, a sigh...
The dreadful quake of a
muffled cry
As emotions burst into open
flame
And the circle breaks
To a world of dread,
As the Serpent comes to
Lay his claim.
We leave this life
In a silent rage,
So unsure yet
Longing for more
As we leaf through the book
Reviewing each page,
Wistfully hoping the
Final score
Will prove us worthy
Of a second look.
Not really sure what made it
begin...
Life's fatal question:
"When will it end?"
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