Tuesday, February 15, 2011

A will

It was foretold,
engraved in stone,
bestowed upon,
no choice.


Illuminating prophesy,
so dark decree,
expressive spree,
a heresy.


The writing suffice,
the memoir complete,
a masterpiece under a pseudonym,
everlasting epiphany.


Inspiring guide to few,
appraised control,
a criticized manuscript,
detached and red.


Unplanned facts,
unmarked and out of track,
a mistake they say,
that cost a life,
clear impotence.


Clouded thoughts arise,
no turning back,
a requiem,
stereotyped and dull.



























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