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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.
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