A Capallen Tragedy
by Algernon
Drifting thru the depths of night
And looking thru my weary eyes
I search to find that speck of light
that marks the place where I will die.
Across the universe I speed.
The quiet stars are floating past me as I write
my epitaph
that no one else shall ever read.
Onward to my place of birth,
I plod inside my silver pod,
regretting and forgetting
that I represent my home of earth.
Endless torments press upon me.
Memories of those lonely children,
dying, crying, simple beings fighting strangers gallantly.
Had I tried I may have died
in saving Eden from the serpent.
But dying for a noble cause
is better than a life misspent.
I followed all the proper rules
and stayed within my proper role,
but bitter is the golden apple that a
coward swallows whole.
On the steel walls of my crypt,
in letters only I will see
I etch my final, warning script.
My closing words, my elegy:
"If of yourself you never give
Your heart, your soul, in part or whole,
A sour and lonely life you’ll live
Embalmed in pity, boxed in fear."
Into the fire I cast my tomb.
I cross the Styx and pay the price.
Into the gaping jaws of hell
I send my soul to meet my doom.
Across the universe I speed.
The quiet stars are floating past me as I write
my epitaph
that no one else shall ever read.