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How Sad
by David N. Muxo
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How sad to lose a dream; to be a fallen knight upon the field of honor at the end of day. How sad to try to mend a broken lance and know that it will never be the same again; not new, not terrible upon the wearied adversary's shield. How sad to watch the daylight slip away; to have the chilly fingers of the night upon my heart; indifferent stars upon my eyes like mocking pennies on a lonely corpse. How sad the darting fireflies around my head like chanting candle flames How sad to have no mourners at my last life's day; no friends to note the natural look upon my waxen face. How sad it is to lose the only dream worth fighting for upon that lonely field; to lie alone and spill my blood upon the adversary's shield. |