The Bad Year Befell (Annus Horribilis)

The bad year befell when the prior had passed so well, With no warning night descended and a charmed existence ended As a starving bird of prey came to roost one average day, Ate the blue out of the sky, pecked the sparkle from the eye. It dragged its talons slow across the life I used to know, Never paused to catch a breath, simply put the world to death; Relentless and remote, ripped the soul and sank the boat, Black reposed and ghoul surveyed all the changes it had made. The bad year befell and with it tumbled hell, Crushing love and passion dead beneath a fire and brimstone tread, Breathing poison to erase all designs without a trace, Until all it left to hold were some ashes sour and cold. Looking back on everything with a future painted grim, Thus conclude and contemplate on the cruel hand of fate; Rise to curse complacency, that Achilles heel decree, Who foresees without a doubt when time is running out? The bad year befell with a parable to tell That no matter who you are you can push your luck too far, And no matter what you do you are always left with you And despite your best endeavour nothing ever lasts forever…