Rhyme Time Iii-Death

He fell with the fading pink in the rose's bloom That covered the painful gray of the tomb And the stone remainder of the untimely doom That had befallen the legendary rebel. At his name, many would once tremble In fear of what his hand and mind was able But now, it seemed only tears would unravel At the thought of his untimely demise. Kneeling at his grave with watery eyes Were those who were witness to his life of lies Saying there was light in the absence of sunrise In the prison he had built out of fear. And from the lips of a lover, one could hear A song, however pain-stained and unclear, Were obviously written from the golden tear Of a lover who was now broken much more. More tears fell from the once titanium core Of those who couldn't be by his side anymore Wishing he'd someday see with pride the day before He fell with the fading pink in the rose's bloom. December 10, 2017