Sadly he fades
As will his shadow,
Ever so frayed
By lingering sorrows,
From loosing his way
To what he had left,
Be hours or days
Already too worn,
To assess his stay
Made be life norm,
Of requisite hold
Will cease exist,
As displace unfolds
Once meant to inhabit,
While rulers bent low
And annihilatingly bold,
Leads man into darkness
Of a world going hollow!
I see a form
Rise,
Lifting upward
In disguise,
Tho not the norm
Can but surmise,
This giant butterfly
Just barely born
To suffer such a size,
Said dinosaurian wings
Be excesses I do see,
In a world now on the brim
Man’s antics caused it be!
I’m loth to admit
Taking the bate,
With cavalier pith
A covenant toll,
Grasping too late
Bargained my soul,
To impossible state
Of a life said forever…
For signs of fade
Sees evince of worn,
And moreover frayed
Held so the norm,
As our ultimate fate
Wants we cease exist…
Hence to inhabit
Said allusive place,
Decreed by the way
Of an eternal face,
Assigns man bend
Thus to the darkness,
Of a last day’s end!
Poetry on a canapé 