No Longer His Shadow Shows
He may have been a rogue, but boy he had charisma
Liked by many he was, even with a feather in his hair
From job to job he, never heeding his tomorrows day
Simply didn't give a damn, let them stand and stare
Then came that fateful day, when he tried to shimmy down
Carrying his swag in his rucksack bag he fell to the ground
Crystalline carpet he landed, within seconds he was gone
Uknown to him below the snow, shard of glass he fell upon
Scattered in sporadic fashion, his swag dotted all around
A facsimile, a quartz wall clock, still with tick tocking sound
The Officer whom found him all glittering covered in snow
In monochromatic decline, no longer his shadow shows
Standing at the Church we are, blanket of snow still lies
In huddle for our Mr Smith, his labyrinth of paths sleep
In comfort we now accept, that to Heavens gate he'll go
His song now plays 'While My Guitar Gently Weeps'
His friends he calls his shower, bearing his coffin high
Below this Winters Lunar, our spirits for he, never dies.
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Another wee challenge to write something using the following -
Blanket, charisma, monochromatic, feather, crystalline, facsimile,
shard, quartz, glittering, comfort, shimmy, shower, gate, song,
Smith, huddle, labyrinth, spirits, lunar & coffin.
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