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There Will be a Sad Song


There will be a sad song,
A song of Princes and frogs,
It shall go on and on, it shan't end,
There will be a sad, sad song,
And it will be a song of ashes and dust,
Of shock sacrileges sang so slowly.


There will be a sad song,
And it won't be long,
It will sing of tragedies,
Broken hearts,
Lonely souls,
It will sing of shattered dreams
And we'll all soulfully sing along.


There will be a sad song,
A song that would scar frozen hearts.


We shall sing a sad song,
A song that shall move me to tears
And all my shed and unshed tears
Shan't make me feel any better
But I shall shed them anyway,
For it shall be a sad song indeed.


There shall be a song,
And it shan't be about Arabian perfume,
It shan't be about fields of gold,
It shan't even be about Venus' eternal beauty,
It shall be tragic, soulful, sad, very sad.


There shall be,
A song,
A tragedy,
A Greek tale of fallen heroes,

Of Achilles,
Of Heracles,
Of demigods and the underworld,
And the ferryman that helps us cross the Styx.


There shall be,
Oh, there shall be a sad song,
And Pan shall play it on his flute.


There will be a sad song,
And it would echo eternal in my heart,
it would move me to tears,
And I shall sing along,
Of yesterday the today that never was,
Of all the sorries that could have been,
Of all the hearts that do bleed,
And my voice would make it sadder.


There will be a sad song,
About,
The stainless steel of the executioner,
And when you smote my heart what did I loose,
A veneer of vanity,
A vexation vanishing before my verdict.


There would be a sad song,
It shall be a song of you and I,
I'll sing along,
And it shall thaw my icy heart,
And my headstrong heart shall know it was wrong,
Healing my heather to hell hounded heart.


There shall be a sad song,
And it will be called me,
A tribute to the traitor that thumps in my torso.


*****December 8, 2008*****


This is one of my old poems, an apology to someone very dear to me


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