The Thanatopsis

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
Who (or what) is this person (thing)?

Submitted: September 19, 2009

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Submitted: September 19, 2009

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With a gorgeous gown
Of purple and brown
She walks among the marbled pavement,
Calmly pacing with a melancholic beat
Stammering the floor with her diamond cleats
Furtively stalking the unexpected,
Making one more being feel dejected

Suppose she did not speak,
Murmuring only, what our minds creak
Her sighs arranged the syllables of their fate,
Like the English word, she will create
Elongating the span of the vowel when appropriate,
Shortening it with ease, an act to expropriate
Her power never ceases to force a smile
Once she closes the troubled file
Poor soul or poor souls?

Morphing to everything, she holds the planet
She is the planet
Unyielding, like the strength of the granite
She works in a space, so dull and gray
Never losing her grace
Like a tomb full of catacombs
Only speaking with Reality
Denying contact from Morality
Like the depressing Sinclair
She stands in cold air
Enduring harsh insults and poor fatality

Like a child, exploited,
She works with celerity
Like a rebellious anarchist,
She visions with sincerity
Like a gluttonous tyrant,
She engulfs with acridity

What caused her appeal?
Perhaps, the past can reveal
Oh, but to plunder such information
Can facilitate defamation
What would one do?
When she decides to
Destroy the records of thousands?
Hopefully with the magnanimity
From her peers,
It can ease our own fears
For even the spouse, Time,
Whose purpose predicts her actions,
Cannot stop her,
He only enhances her creativity


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