The death of Cecily
By: William the Bloody
I saw her there older than
The last time
Years had past and shown upon her face
Void it was of joy and rapture
Time had taken its toll
A beauty effulgent in her youth
Now just a shell of clay
Going through the emotions
Of living
A face to pity rather than love
She noticed me, and furrowed
Her brow
I did remind her of someone
From her decadent past
An old bough perhaps
But how could this be
He has long since passed onto
The great beyond
Into the arms of God
(She had not known)
But that the smile I had for her tale
Wasn’t one of compassion?
Rather one of sheer delight
In her woeful world
Of oldness
I feigned empathy
For her plight, reached out
To kiss her hand
And at the exact time
Of recognition in her eyes
I set her mortal body free
By: William the Bloody
I saw her there older than
The last time
Years had past and shown upon her face
Void it was of joy and rapture
Time had taken its toll
A beauty effulgent in her youth
Now just a shell of clay
Going through the emotions
Of living
A face to pity rather than love
She noticed me, and furrowed
Her brow
I did remind her of someone
From her decadent past
An old bough perhaps
But how could this be
He has long since passed onto
The great beyond
Into the arms of God
(She had not known)
But that the smile I had for her tale
Wasn’t one of compassion?
Rather one of sheer delight
In her woeful world
Of oldness
I feigned empathy
For her plight, reached out
To kiss her hand
And at the exact time
Of recognition in her eyes
I set her mortal body free
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