21 July, 2006

Farewell

I held silence in my hand
Near the wells of reason
While golden sunbeams sung a dirge
To the victims of virtual reality

Where were the heroes?
Of time, fate and sad yesterdays
As soft petals of sorrow spread out
From burning bodies and twisted metal

We tried so hard to run away
From the sweet smell of death
But time seemed to stand still
Before the scepter of perfect doom

Slowly, the solemn skies closed over
And cried, long and hard, tears of farewell
A tormented wind rushed in to fill the vacuum
Left behind by beautiful dreams and eternal hope

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