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Death of My Sweet Sun
The Western sun sets in the death and
made this earth to dwell in dark
His smiling face emits a light
in all dark gloomy weeping hearts
His dance and voice are everywhere as air and
entertain God in His distress hours
He may be born in western sphere
he mingled with us as musical air
He may take our lovely star
to adorn His holy world
May His soul rest in peace and
this tribute may reach his feet
See his face in all dancers and
hear his voice in all music notes
Sun Never dies or sets forever and
it will rise again definitely in east
Created and dedicated to THE GREAT POP SINGER MICHEAL JACKSON for his death as condolence
tribute
Water falls in form of rain, attempts to wash away the stain,
the mark of pain upon my face, the reminder of my own disgrace.
I walk in torment through the streets, hang down my head from those I meet,
my part I know I have to own, or never again may I go home,
my crime so cruel on my hands your blood, death took the place where you once stood,
not a death in body but death in soul, my deeds so harsh have took their toll,
I led you into a world of vice, where your innocence lost it's life.
I was the one who taught you well, and led you into the depths of hell,
sex and drugs and deals with men, I welcomed you into the Devil's den!
Now I watch your pale face, your body ruined in this trapped place,
I wish to God I had been more strong, I never meant to do you wrong.
I watch as you can not return and in this angst my guilt doth burn,
I must now confess I took thee in, and left you in the world of sin,
I went to the edge but you went over, and sleep the dreams of opium clover,
my attempts to save were oh so feeble, as you inject with dirty needle,
this is my shame, my guilt ridden song, I can not bring you back to where you once belonged,
so as I hang my head in shame, remembering the path from whence I came,
I think about our nights together, and will carry this guilt around forever!
A scream woke those in the belfry,
a scream from a maiden fair
from death she awoke in the temple
from death and none were there.
All alone, all alone, all alone……
Shrouded she’d laid ‘pon altar of bone,
deep in a dream dark repose,
startled awake by a Godly light,
startled awake she rose.
Tear drenched, she ran from sanctuary,
up the belfry stairs so steep.
Stout souls stirred from their slumbering
as, on did the fair maid weep.
New to Realm, she had gone unbidden,
to the guild of Rising Moon;
through darkened paths across the midden,
beneath a blood red moon.
To a maze, full of wanderlust,
She’d trespassed and she must go!
“Trespasser!” said the Mad Mage Cyferous
as he places a bolt in bow.
“But where?” said the maid
to the mad mage.
“But where? I’m lost and alone.”
“Just GO!” said he, raising cross bow high,
“Just GO! Just GO! Just GO!”
Struck down like a doe in moonlight.
to long had she tarried there;
for the bolt took flight ended her life,
in a torrent of auburn hair.
All alone, all alone all alone……