XIII.
Blood-red tears are all that remains of past,
Memories fade and give rise to the beast
Striving evermore to shatter at last
Its shackles for an all-consuming feast.
And fight though I must, tiresome is battle
That wages without control forever.
No longer I endure hunting cattle
While words fail me as a cheated lover.
Time should sever its exalted design
At last, cent'ries gone by, I too resign.
Death flies on swift wings and it is my time
Saved my soul, shall not travel, but in rhyme.
A heart ladden heavy with mis'ry
My soul shall remain for diablerie.
© George Galang February, 2001
Memories fade and give rise to the beast
Striving evermore to shatter at last
Its shackles for an all-consuming feast.
And fight though I must, tiresome is battle
That wages without control forever.
No longer I endure hunting cattle
While words fail me as a cheated lover.
Time should sever its exalted design
At last, cent'ries gone by, I too resign.
Death flies on swift wings and it is my time
Saved my soul, shall not travel, but in rhyme.
A heart ladden heavy with mis'ry
My soul shall remain for diablerie.
© George Galang February, 2001