Threnody

FROM HIS BRAIN POETRY FELL, FROM HIS CREATIVITY EMERGED- HE WAS YOUNG IN THE POETIC DUEL, READY TO MAKE HIS PRESENCE FELT. AND A THOUSAND POEMS READILY DROPPED AS HIS SWORD BRANDISHED HOT. HE COULD SING OUT EVERY HIS POEM AND MAKE NATURE SILENTLY WEEP. BUT ALAS! WHILE NATURE SLEPT, DEATH READILY REFUSED TO SLEEP- FOR IT CAME AROUND READY TO REAP RIGHT FROM THIS EARTH THIS YOUNG POET'S NAME. HERE LIE THE REMAINS OF HIS POETIC FAME AFTER DEATH HAD MURDERED HOT: WHAT MUST WE DO THAN SILENTLY WEEP CUZ HE IS GONE TO THE ETERNAL KEEP. YOUR SOUL WATCHES EVERY TEAR DROP AS OUR HEARTS PRAY TO HEAVEN'S REALM TO RECEIVE YOUR SOUL AND BE IT REDEEMED, SO THAT YOUR POEMS MAY NOT IN HEAVEN SLEEP.