From Damned to Dauntless.


My soul is bound for Hell tonight.

For what, I cannot say.

Yet thanks to mirthful clarity,

My mind refutes decay.

I leave behind a loving wife, a vision of true grace.

Before my time, I pen this rhyme as tears beset my face.

When taking my last mortal breath, I hear a wistful cry.

Before I knew, my loving wife clung firmly to my thigh.

She begged our God for leniency, but lost her voice halfway.

Our gaze then met one final time, our souls in disarray.

With all the passion in her lungs, she pled for my reprieve.

Despite her cries, my flesh fell cold and thus I took my leave.

With tattered soul and tarnished mind, I curse each wretched day.

With a blade to her heart, my wife calmly intones “Help is on the way.”
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3 | Jul 9th 2020 13:20