Sta.sh
Smiles, laughter, silly sounds
Running, joking, milling around
Fools abound in every crowd
Not noticing the coming clouds
The others leave, one fool remains
Everything’s quiet, the wind, the games
He spins and sings but doesn’t know
The absence of the sun’s red glow
A raindrop falls, tear of the sky
The herald of one yet to die
One friend returns, a girl no less
So pretty in her new red dress
She calls to him “Fool, come back in!”
But cannot be heard o’er the din
Large torrents fall on sheets of steel
The cries are muffled by an echoing peal
Of thunderclaps, the fool, he freezes
Noticing now the violent breezes
The fool returns, and in his flight
He dodges left, a lightning strike
She grabs for him and holds him tight
Now heedless of their stormy plight
The march inside, hand in hand
But none seem to understand
The fool was struck by a godly power
An old clock now resounds the hour
Four past noon the damned thing reads
The one called fool now ceases to breathe
His form falls limp onto the floor
As the girl stares awestruck from the door
Death’s cold gaze now fixed to him
He appears from shadows, like an awful sin
The girl pleads “No!” but Death moves on
He instead now hums, the Dirge, HIS song
A forlorn wail from the maiden’s lips
Brings tingles to Death’s fingertips
He grasps the fool around the collar
Leaving his sign, the lily, a flower
A lightning bolt, with that, he’s gone
Just echoes of his mournful song
No smiles, no laughter, no silly sounds
All notice now the going clouds.
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Anyway... the inspiration is as random as the urge to write, so they come when they please.
That was absolutely amazing!
Great Job!