Truth
exhausted by
proverbs
predicting his fall
the starving
demi-ghoul
retreats to the hall
he climbs in
the casket
with tears in his eyes
before they reach
the skin
they wither and dry
the casket
it closes
and falls through a hole
the creature
hopes it will
heal his weeping soul
you may beg
and plead
he do not rise again.
what comes out
of that hole
will not be
your friend
the ghoulish
young creature
rots from the inside
how vaguely
symbolic
of how the soul died
it blossoms in blood
and new favor is found
soon it will rise up
from out of the ground
it won't come back down
like a star in the night
if it ever looks down
you will burn in the light
if it is satisfied
it may come down once more
and it won't come out
until Earth is reborn.
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