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Memorial fic 2: Poem: Death is...
Firstly, I'm not a poet. But hopefully this won't be too awful.
Title: Death is...
Author: illwynd
Disclaimer: Not mine, really!
Rating: PG for dark theme
Notes: Imagine whoever you like as the writer!
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Death is a scandal, to those who have survived far worse.
Death is a torture, for those who suffer in their last moments, long or brief.
Death is a cheat, to those who have only lived a little while, and had high hopes.
Death is a sacrifice, for those who knew the danger, and went anyway.
Death is an insult, to those who had just learned how to live.
Death is a relief, to those who were burdened too much.
Death is a shameful thing, to those who believed they would win their battles.
Death is a waste, to those who had things to do.
Death is a tragedy.
The last battle you must lose.
The last pain you must feel.
The only certainty you must accept.
Is it a wonder, or a curse?
Will I see you there?
Awestruck.
By a cold stone, I think of you.
Gone without a trace.
A shadow stands near.
Death waits.
Title: Death is...
Author: illwynd
Disclaimer: Not mine, really!
Rating: PG for dark theme
Notes: Imagine whoever you like as the writer!
x-posted to
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Death is a scandal, to those who have survived far worse.
Death is a torture, for those who suffer in their last moments, long or brief.
Death is a cheat, to those who have only lived a little while, and had high hopes.
Death is a sacrifice, for those who knew the danger, and went anyway.
Death is an insult, to those who had just learned how to live.
Death is a relief, to those who were burdened too much.
Death is a shameful thing, to those who believed they would win their battles.
Death is a waste, to those who had things to do.
Death is a tragedy.
The last battle you must lose.
The last pain you must feel.
The only certainty you must accept.
Is it a wonder, or a curse?
Will I see you there?
Awestruck.
By a cold stone, I think of you.
Gone without a trace.
A shadow stands near.
Death waits.
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*sobs*
Next year, I'm makin' everyone sign legal documents to swear that there will be NO angst on these two days.
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Glad you liked it! (if *sobs* = liked)