Four Seasons: Part Four

The days and nights are long, hard and heavy A blank look at my burdensome third leg Laying at a mocking distance from me Suppresses me down upon my spring bed “What a nice but short run I had“, I thought All my pointless pursuit of happyness The quests, battles, wars I have seen and fought Amounts to these quiet days of sadness Once was the Sun of the East, now no more The sun from the east now teases my sight Which will it be? the quiet or the gore? How futile it is to put up a fight I will miss this world, I will miss it all When at last my heart fights no more the call