Death's Lonely GlanceA Poem by Bridget MurphyMight I take you to the past, With my traveled, worn out feet? My thirst was a curse that did not last, And to my lost honor, I went to meet.
To kings who proclaimed themselves as gods, I have given death with my mortal air, To the murderors I give my applause, Who gave me lives so fair.
Smile, for vengeance will crumble, Twinkling smiles of light I destroy, I have made the proud man humble, And I have taken the soldiers of Troy.
Though you fear me I mean you no harm, After all its not me you should fear, Beguiled by earth's tempting charm, Sent they will be to their pools of tears.
Joy is derived form regret, But those that are happy, suffer not their punishment, By that decree heroes and I have met And even kings sing their lament.
Life is a shortened endeavor, You cannot run from me, I will be here forever, Just you wait and see. © 2011 Bridget MurphyFeatured Review
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