8-17-2012 the Fall
The scripts are burning
With a fearless gasp.
Scholars forever yearning
For the now lifeless grasp.
A single thought
Of disarray.
A night well fought
With a light that couldn't stay.
The flames grow
Licking the ill lit stars.
We'll forever know
Of these remaining scars.
Follow me below
Dear Queen we love.
Do not watch the show
Of words thrown above.
Watch my lips
And hide your tears.
Knowledge forever slips
From our burning ears.
We are living
In the fires light.
No chance of forgiving
What happened tonight.
Go back and erase
All lively memories of this place.
Copyright © Steven Mcmorrow | Year Posted 2012
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