Diaries of An Immigrant Soul, Pt.15: A recent Elegy, For those late and gone

A Poem by A.r. Bazian

for two of my closest friends, Passed away a week ago, for me. Rest in Peace

A recent Elegy; for those late and gone!

how unfortunate and merry
the undressing of petals black...
those whom have passed
and whom shall never be back!
a silence roaming the melody
and tears in vanquish they cast!

a marching against the unwilling soul
a darkness overwhelming and forlorn
a dress of sadness, unveils unborn
with the ravaging will of scorn
morbid and sanctit screech of pain
restoring sorrows, dwell in vain!

a sound of a thousand spirits rejoicing their union
one more warrior
one more story
one more spirit roaming along their canyon!
one more tear... one last fear...
a sadness never by gone...
rest in peace all
me for have thy gone!
a deed that is never forgotten yet, and done
as the melody carries their souls into weaves of stone
and wave us farewell towards a world unknown!
the final words to be carved at will
a memory never in vain alas,
a pain that haunts us still
into the night
with every breeze invoking chill
a legacy unspoken, for shall i never will
betray a heart, that loves me still
you were my brothers
and that stay eternally until
after forever your souls wander free,
of ties, unlike me
o, how i long to join thee
or for thee to join my reverie
come hand in hand
let us walk towards our doom you said...
'tis you who met his fate
your now but a memory of a soldier belate
to all the world but to me!

rest in peace
my merciful fate!
rest in peace
how fortunate were you
and how were you great!
but why for me?
why for my sake?
there are questions i know not...
there are walls i still bang to break
but hath thee robbed me the will
hath thee robbed me my kill
o holly blood come wash me still
under the moonlit night!

now, that vengeance betook
our hollow quarters be shook
engrave thee in silence, your oath to never unhook
your name off my heart
nor your blood off this book
a laborer of the free world
a man of honor
a soldier of love
of fortune may well be
but never but a brother..
and shall always be to me!
rest in peace good brothers
good friends
and do always remember...
do always remember me!

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