The Villain
I have contemplated the fatality of sin
For they say evil could never truly win
The villain is shunned and abhorred
And for haven he can’t even ask the lord
Morality is made to be of utmost import
Thence the hero warrants all’s support
For he who fights in the name of propriety
Wears the bloodshed in a crown of piety
Though I believe the paragon and ruffian are on par
For both wear gallantly their battle scars
Although one brawls in the name of the people
Who’s to say the other knows not but evil
Faded
The appeal of sunsets no longer prevails
And the words I write are of no avail
The stitch of sanity torn at the seams
I can no longer fathom childlike dreams
Life has drained me dry of it’s own
Left me with but bruises to be shown
However I marvel at it’s ethereal power
As it churns the brave making them cower
I have become but a shadow of mine past
Abyss of lonesome hath grown so vast
I no longer crave being blissfully elated
For my being has morphed to one so faded
Words Of Last
I like my kin fear our inevitable sleep
And futilely hope this life forever we’d keep
Though death it looms and poses threat
It is not responsible for my constant fret
I walk on eggshells with the words I say
Lest I pass with relations gone astray
Thus “I love you” accompanies goodbye
And “I’m sorry” I’ll say even when a lie
Alas that is how I live and shall my remaining days
For life is fleeting and death will have its way